Haunt him eating, haunt him drinking.

Haunt him standing and sitting, haunt him lying and kneeling.

Rot his bones and his flesh and--" A howl of panic terror from the youth interrupted the solemn incantation.

The prisoner slumped to his knees in Standish's grasp, weeping and jabbering for mercy.

Brice saw the time was ripe for speech and that the captive's stolid nerve was gone.