"I call all the saints in heaven to witness that as sure as my name is Donovan Kelly so sure is it that I'll be damned to the last most nether millstone before ever I'll undertake to dig a man out of Hoffstein's marble halls again.

You'd better watch him, Burke.
His skin is about as full as it'll hold." "We'll get back," said Burke briefly.
He was holding his captive locked in a scientific grip, but there was no violence about him.

Only, as he turned, the other turned also, as if compelled.

Kelly followed, cursing himself back to amiability.
Back through the raging wind they went, as though pursued by furies.

They reached and entered the hotel just as the Kaffir porter was closing for the night.