Edison Marshall,
The Isle of Retribution — Chapter 27
(1923)
“ He must hold himself for the last, dread instant of need. The four of them gathered about the little, rough table, and again the squaw served them, from the shadows. It was a strange picture, there in the lantern light,—the imperturbable face of the squaw, always half in shadow; the lurid wild-beast eyes of Doomsdorf gleaming under his shaggy brows; Lenore's beauty a thing to hold the eyes; and Bess horrified and fearful at what the next moment might bring. ”
