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The doomed three were driven by their murderers into the centre of the depression, within a few yards of which Hans and I were standing.
After them came the head executioner, a great brute who wore a curiously shaped leopard-skin cap-I suppose as a badge of office-and held in his hand a heavy kerry, the shaft of which was scored with many notches, each of them representing a human life.