and the idols were gone—and in their place the figures of dark, dwarfish men lurked murderously among the trees, with bows in their hands, and arrows fitted to the string. Once more I feared for Walter, and cried out to warn him. Once more he turned to me, with the immovable quiet in his face.
“Another step,” he said, “on the dark road. Wait and look. The arrows that strike the rest will spare me.”
I saw him for the third time in a wrecked ship,
and the idols were gone—and in their place the figures of dark, dwarfish men lurked murderously among the trees, with bows in their hands, and arrows fitted to the string. Once more I feared for Walter, and cried out to warn him. Once more he turned to me, with the immovable quiet in his face.
“Another step,” he said, “on the dark road. Wait and look. The arrows that strike the rest will spare me.”
I saw him for the third time in a wrecked ship,
