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Show 147 creatures. "Murderers! You killed him for his few rags. So you could have a pillow for your heads!" Lathrop, though in a weakened condition, felt, a Samson-like surge of strength erupting. He threw down the basket and grabbed Turtle and started to shake him mercilessly. When Spinner tried to pry Lathrop's hands off of Turtle, Lathrop turned on him. The two prisoners, now terrified at the superhuman strength of Lathrop, began shouting. "Guards! Guards!" Two guards entered. The heftier of the two delivered a blow to Lathrop that sent him reeling. "He turned on us like a madman," Turtle sputtered. "Can't say that I blame him," said the guard who had witnessed the two stripping the dead prisoner of his clothes. Spinner and Turtle huddled in their corner. When the guards determined that Lathrop's emotional fever had subsided, they left. Lathrop turned his face to the wall, away from the two hideous faces. Feeling an overwhelming despair, he bowed his head before his Counselor, the Unfailing God, the Prince who would give him peace. The words he would not utter aloud surged forth from his heart |