"Avaunt, Mel and Abaddon! Avaunt, Evil-Merodach and Baal-Jezer! Ha! There I had ye, ye muckle goat.

The stink of hell is on ye, but ye shall not take the elect of the Lord." He crawled on his belly, stabbing his knife into the ground.

I easily avoided him, for his eyes saw nothing but his terrible phantoms.

Verily Shalah had spoken truth when he said that this man had bodily converse with the devils.
Then I threw him--quite easily, for his limbs were going limp in the extremity of his horror.

He lay gasping and foaming, his eyes turning back in his head, while I bound his arms to his sides with my belt.