3. THE CALL OF ZUVEMBIE––––––––
BOTH MEN SAT RIGID for a few moments after the pigeons had flown.
"Well, I've seen them at last," muttered Buckner.
"Only the doomed see them perhaps," whispered Griswell. "That tramp saw them—"
"Well, we'll see," returned the Southerner tranquilly, as he climbed out of the car, but Griswell noticed him unconsciously hitch forward his scabbarded g*n.
The oaken door sagged on broken hinges. Their feet echoed on the broken brick walk. The blind windows reflected the sunset in sheets of flame. As they came into the broad hall Griswell saw the string of black marks that ran across the floor and into the chamber, marking the path of a dead man.
Buckner had brought blankets out of the automobile. He spread them before the fireplace.
"I'll lie next to the do
