She raised her own glass--but within it was not that clear drink that filled Larry's! And again he drained his own; and, lifting it, full once more, caught the baleful eyes of Lugur, and held it toward him mockingly.

Yolara swayed close--alluring, tempting.

He arose, face all reckless gaiety; rollicking deviltry.
"A toast!" he cried in English, "to the Shining One--and may the hell where it belongs soon claim it!" He had used their own word for their god--all else had been in his own tongue, and so, fortunately, they did not understand.

But the contempt in his action they did recognize--and a dead, a fearful silence fell upon them all.

Lugur's eyes blazed, little sparks of crimson in their green.