The whole of the village crowded round Billy's, house--at a safe
distance--calling out, "Billy and the devil! The devil and Billy
Duffy!"

The devil got awful savage, and blackguarded Billy Duffy terribly;
but it was useless. Billy kept him there for days, till he got civil
and said:

"Mr. Duffy, what will you let me go for?"

"Only one thing: I am to live the rest of my life without you, and
have as much gold as I like."

The devil agreed, so Billy let him go; and immediately he grew rich.
He lived to a good old age squandering money all the time, but at
last he died and when he got to the gates of hell the clerk said
"Who are you?" "Billy Duffy," said he. And when the devil, who was
standing near, heard, he said:

"Good God! bar the gates and double-lock them for if this Billy
Duffy the blacksmith gets in he will ruin us all."

Old Billy saw a pair of red-hot tongs, which he picked up, and
seized the devil by the nose. When the devil pulled back his head he
left a red-hot bit of his nose in the tongs.

Then Billy Duffy went up to the gates of heaven and St. Peter asked
him who he was.