George Newnes

She lifted a great stone and hurled it at him

'Then, my father, I stretched out my left hand and plunged it into the fire'

Whirling the watcher aloft, I smote with all my strength

'Think of my words, when the assegai reddens before thee for the last time, King'

'I think also that the hate upon my face as I shook my withered hand before him was more fearful to him than the fear of death'

He looked at the girl in all her loveliness, and she looked at him in his fierceness and might

Galazi the Wolf struggled to his knees, and for the last time shook the Watcher above his head

Then we cast him into the cleft