Then, thought Solomon Kane, I will soon confront Satan himself — and even as he thought this, his nostrils were assailed by a horrid scent fetid and repellent. The scent grew as he went slowly on, and Kane swore softly, though he was not a profane man. He sensed that the smell betokened some hidden threat, some unseen malevolence, inhuman and deathly, and his somber mind sprang at supernatural conclusions. However, he felt perfect confidence in his ability to cope with any fiend or demon, armored as he was in unshakable faith of creed and the knowledge of the rightness of his cause.
What followed happened suddenly. He was groping his way along when in front of him two narrow yellow eyes leaped up in the darkness — eyes that were cold and expressionless, too hideously close-set for human e
