"Kogmollocks--the blackest-hearted little devils alive when it comes to trading wives and fighting," said Philip, a little ashamed of the suddenness with which he had jumped back from the window.

"Excuse my abruptness, dear.

But I'd recognize that death-thing on the other side of the earth.

I've seen them throw it like an arrow for a hundred yards--and I have a notion they're watching that window!" At sight of the dead wolf and the protruding javelin Celie's face had gone as white as ash.

Snatching up one of the pictures from the table, she thrust it into Philip's hand.