THE COLONEL IN CHAINS The colonel and Umballa swayed back and forth.

Umballa sank to his knees and then fought madly to rise but the hands at his throat were the hands of a madman, steel, resistless.

The colonel's chains clinked sharply.

Lower and lower went Umballa's head; he saw death peering into the cell.

His cry rattled in his throat.
Not a sound from Kathlyn.