He killed your uncle." "And my uncle too," he went on, shaking his fist and twitching his long toes as his hoarse voice rose to a subdued scream.

"But he will die in blood--the old Englishwoman, his mother, said it when the devil was in her, and the devils never lie.

Look! I draw Baas Frank's circle in the dust with my foot; and listen, I say the words--I say the words," and he muttered something rapidly; "an old, old witch-doctor taught me how to do it, and what to say.

Once before I did it, and there was a stone in the circle, now there is no stone: look, _the ends meet_.

He will die in blood; he will die _soon_.