"Don't you know?" asked Joe, puzzled by something he saw, or rather didn't see, in the eyes that looked up at him.
The man stared at him with a dazed air of incomprehension.
"I'm afraid I don't."
"Who are you?" asked Joe.
"I...." A look of surprise flitted over the man's face. "I ... don't know. I can't seem to remember a thing."
"Don't believe him, son," said Dad. "He's trying to pull a fast one."
Joe looked at Pearl's father in startlement. "You've been looking at him ..." his voice trailed off.
Pearl came over and looked, too. "He ... doesn't look like the Devil," she said hesitantly.
"I feel like the devil," said the young man. "And you two are sure hard on my arms. They're getting numb."