Craig answered him, with a smile that was like the thin snarl of a wolf:

“Neither did two of my children.”

Lake nodded to Craig and Schroeder, not waiting any longer. They stepped back to seize the free end of the rope and Bemmon screamed at what was coming, tearing loose from the grip of Barber.

Then his scream was abruptly cut off as he was jerked into the air. There was a cracking sound and he kicked spasmodically, his head setting grotesquely to one side.

Craig and Schroeder and Barber watched him with hard, expressionless faces but Anders turned quickly away, to be suddenly and violently sick.

“He was the first to betray us,” Lake said. “Snub the rope and leave him to swing there. If there are any others like him, they’ll know what to expect.”