"Durga Ram, you damnable scoundrel, it would be wise for you to kill me, here and now, for if I ever get free.

God help you! O, I shan't kill you; that would be too merciful.

But I'll break your bones, one by one, and never more shall you stand and walk.

Do you hear me?
Where is Kathlyn Hare?
She is mine!" Umballa showed his teeth in what was an attempt to smile.

He still saw flashes of fire before his eyes, and it was yet difficult to breathe naturally.