Jonathan Small

• I cannot bear to feel that I have paid the price only that another may enjoy it
• its been the sign of the four with us always
• my heart softened to him but again the thought of the treasure turned me hard and bitter
• to him it brought murder to major sholto it brought fear and guilt to me it has meant slavery for life
• I cast my firelock between his legs as he raced past and he rolled twice over like a shot rabbit
• it was a bearded hairy face with wild cruel eyes and an expression of concentrated malevolence