The dead negro had fallen bodily from his pedestal to the floor, with a dull, heavy thud.

She did not desist, but struck the oaken planks again and again with all her strength.

Then her arms grew numb and she dropped the club.

It was all in vain.

Keyork had locked her in and had taken the Wanderer away.
She went back to her seat and fell into an attitude of despair.