You can
guess some of the rest. The little devils had Blake and his gang
about us two days after I struck them. Bram Johnson and his wolves
came along then--from nowhere--going nowhere. The Kogmollocks
think Bram is a great Devil, and that each of his wolves is a
Devil. If it hadn't been for that they would have murdered us in a
hurry, and Blake would have taken the girl. They were queered by
the way Bram would squat on his haunches, and stare at her. The
second day I saw him mumbling over something, and looked sharp. He
had one of Celie's long hairs, and when he saw me he snarled like
an animal, as though he feared I would take it from him. I knew
what was coming. I knew Blake was only waiting for Bram to get
away from his Kogmollocks--so I told Celie to give Bram a strand
of her hair. She did--with her own hands, and from that minute
the madman watched her like a dog. I tried to talk with him, but
couldn't. I didn't seem to be able to make him understand. And
then--"
The Swede cut himself short.
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