Vengeance is mine," in ever-deeper agony, till throwing himself on his face, he lay silent a long time.
Suddenly he rose to his knees and so remained, looking steadfastly before him into the woods.

The wind came sighing through the pines with a wail and a sob.

Macdonald shuddered and then fell on his face again.
The Vision was upon him.

"Ah, Lord, it is the bloody hands and feet I see.

It is enough." At this Ranald slipped back awe-stricken to the camp.