I had often seen the nigger's eyes gleam covetously when he looked at it.

Unhappily, I wore it yesterday.

That may have been the cause that lured the poor man to his doom.

On the very brink of the abyss he tore the collar from my neck--that was the last I saw of him.

When he sank into the hole, I was rushing to the iron door, which I pulled behind me.