The voices of men drifted to and fro through the howling night, but none came very near him.
It must have been nearly half-an-hour later that there arose a sudden fierce uproar in the bar, and the silent watcher straightened himself up sharply.

The turmoil grew to a babel of voices, and in a few moments two figures, struggling furiously, appeared at the open door.

They blundered out, locked together like fighting beasts, and behind them the door crashed to, leaving them in darkness.
Burke moved forward.

"Kelly, is that you ?" Kelly's voice, uplifted in lurid anathema, answered him, and in a couple of seconds Kelly himself lurched into him, nearly hurling him backwards.

"And is it yourself ?" cried the Irishman.