4/15 I made desperate effort to halt him, but my swift-flung knife found bloodless sheath within the soft earth of the wall. "'T is likely that priest will rouse the tribe, and we shall have a run for it. What caused you to make such an uproar ?" "Saints of Israel!" he said, repentantly enough, his glinting eyes still roving over the silent, leering image, "never before did I behold such monster as that. For the moment, I believed it Satan himself. "'T is food I scent; that which will stay a famished stomach. |