1st US Edition

There... stood the child Suzanne, and leaning on her shoulder... a boy

'Sign,' he said... 'the light dies'

Black clutching hands caught feet and bridle rein

He drew the sharp edge of the spear across the lashing

In this eagles' eyrie... Suzanne sat... watching ever

'Spare me, and I shall bring you good luck'

'The dog lives yet,' raved Swart Piet

I struck him with all my strength

'Nothing, Nothing shall be yours.'

'I promised you a flogging'

Slowly the snake-like line pressed forward

She slipped from his back