FAVORED OF THE GODS It seemed as if my heart must choke me at sound of those steady footsteps approaching down the passageway.

I heard the sharp click of a gun-barrel in the sentry's hand as he presented arms, then the noise of the uplifting latch, yet remained so paralyzed by the suddenness of it as to be fairly helpless, unable to move from my position.

De Noyan merely smiled lazily, as though this new act formed part of the play, beginning calmly to roll another cigarette.
"The devil came likewise," he murmured lightly, sinking back upon his stool.

"Begin your paternosters, friend Benteen, or he will fly away with both of us." Fortunately these mocking words brought me to my senses quickly enough to permit dropping upon my knees with back to the door before it swung wide open.

Nor did I trust myself to do aught save mumble inarticulate and mongrel Latin, until it had been safely closed again.