Not till the people can watch them die." The edge of cloud lifted a little more; the green light turned to a fiery red thrown by the sunk sun and reflected back upon the earth from the dense black cloud above.

It was as though all the landscape had burst into flames, while the heaven over us remained of the hue of ink.
Again the lightning flashed, showing the faces and staring eyes of the thousands who watched, and even the white teeth of a great bat that flittered past.

That flash seemed to burn off an edge of the lowering cloud and the light grew stronger and stronger, and redder and redder.
Imbozwi uttered a hiss like a snake.

I heard a bow-string twang, and almost at the same moment the thud of an arrow striking my post just above my head.

Indeed, by lifting myself I could touch it.