Wicked Will (1st Aladdin ed.)

THE SHAPE WAS A MAN. WILL GRASPED HIS LEFT ARM AND TRIED TO HAUL HIM UP ONTO THE RIVERBANK.

THE BALD HEAD, THROWN BACK, TRAILED GRAY, WISPY STRAGGLES OF HAIR.

THE DEAD MOUTH HUNG OPEN, A BLACK GAP IN THE PALE BLUR OF FACE, AND THE EYES SEEMED TO BE OPEN TOO.

EVEN IN THE DARKNESS I KNEW THAT TERRIBLE FACE, FOR I HAD SEEN IT EARLIER THAT DAY AS IT WRITHED IN ANGER.

IT WAS THE FACE OF OLD FARMER SPEIGHT, AND HE WAS DEAD.