They tire of it here and the Silent Ones make their minds not too easy, no, even though they jeer at them! And this they plan--to rule our world with their Shining Devil." The Norseman was silent for a moment; then voice deep, trembling-- "Trolldom is awake; Helvede crouches at Earth Gate whining to be loosed into a world already devil ridden! And we are but three!" I felt the blood drive out of my heart.

But Larry's was the fighting face of the O'Keefes of a thousand years.

Rador glanced at him, arose, stepped through the curtains; returned swiftly with the Irishman's uniform.
"Put it on," he said, bruskly; again fell back into his silence and whatever O'Keefe had been about to say was submerged in his wild and joyful whoop.

He ripped from him glittering tunic and leg swathings.
"Richard is himself again!" he shouted; and each garment as he donned it, fanned his old devil-may-care confidence to a higher flame.

The last scrap of it on, he drew himself up before us.
"Bow down, ye divils!" he cried.