Chapter 28

"That's just one story of many. There's another I remember, about a fellow in his gang who fell foul of him. He just disappeared, that's all--no one knew where. But months after a crazy black told a crazy story, as to how one night up by one of the smelting furnaces he'd heard someone screaming with fear. He'd crept a bit nearer, and a man with staring blue eyes had passed him in the dusk. The furnace was still alight when the black told his yarn--hadn't been let out for seven months--and there ain't much trace lef…