Well ?" "Five years of hell, that's what I had," the man continued, his eyes flashing, his face twitching with anger.

"Well, you're going to have a little bit more than five years.

This shed's been burnt down twice--sparks from passing engines.

It's going to be burnt down for the third time." "Going to make a bonfire of me, eh ?" Quest remarked.
"You can sneer, my fine friend," the man growled.

"You've had a good many comfortable years of wearing fine clothes and smoking twenty-five-cent cigars, swaggering about and hunting poor guys that never did you any harm.