He had no fear of the man above and he was certain of the issue of the fray, for he knew that God is just.

As for that man above, he grinned and gibbered in his disappointed rage and the agony of his dread; yes, he stood there by the painted corpse and gibbered like an ape.
"Your evil doing has not prospered over much, Piet Van Vooren," called Ralph, "and presently when you are dead you will taste the fruits of it.
Suzanne shall be mine till the end as she was mine from the beginning, but look upon the Death-wife that your wickedness has won," and he pointed at the body with his spear.
Black Piet made no answer, nor did Ralph speak any more, for he must set himself to finish his task.

The Boer took a heavy stone and threw it at him, but it missed him and he could find no more.

Then gripping the wrist of the corpse in his left hand to steady himself upon that giddy place, he leant forward and prepared to stab Ralph with the knife as he set foot upon the platform.

Ralph saw his plan, and stopping in his climb, he took off his coat and wound it round his left arm as a shield.
Then he came on slowly, holding the broad spear in front of him.