Bend over the brink and take a blink right down
the chasm black,
Then stooping low for a moment or so, he
sheath'd his bowie bright,
Spat slowly down, and watch'd with a frown, as
the spittle sank from sight!
Hands in his pockets, eyes downcast, silent,
thoughtful, and grim,
While the Panther, grinning as he passed, still
kept his eyes on him,