Johnston McCulley, The further adventures of Zorro (1922)
“ Barbados whirled to look. Señor Zorro, as silently as a shadow, darted along the rail through the black night, on his way to the little hatch and the storeroom below.“Fiends of hell!” Barbados was shrieking. “Sanchez, what is it? You screech like a shocked wench!”Sanchez, still shrieking, staggered back and turned beneath the flaring torch to face them. On his forehead was a freshly cut letter Z.“The mark of Zorro!” Barbados gasped. “So—”“A demon struck me!” Sanchez cried. “I saw no man! Something came out of the night and struck me!”“Fool!” Barbados shrieked. “A blade made those cuts.” ”

