Satan. H. De Vere Stacpoole

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      “I’m afraid I have no more spare canvas available,” said Skelton, with a veiled dig at the rapacity of the lantern-jawed one, “or provisions. Anything else I shall be delighted to let you have.”

      “Well, then,” said Satan, “you might send us a loan of the dinghy. We’re short of boats.”

      “You shall have her,” said Skelton with a glance at Ratcliffe, who was also leaning over, as though to say, “This is the sort of man you have thrown your lot in with!”

      The boat pushed off.

      “Goodby!” cried Ratcliffe, half laughing, half angry, with Satan, but quite unable to veto the promised gift.

      “ ’By,” replied the other, raising a hand.

       Jude, who had said not one word, suddenly began to giggle.

      “What’s wrong with you?” asked Satan.

      “I dunno,” replied Jude, “but there’s somethin’ about that guy that makes me want to laugh.”