An African Tragedy

CHRIS did not know fear, or love, or friendship. Rugged, implacable, he gave no confidences. Light and laughter had been burned out of him. His eyes were like two chips of incandescent ice. Scars grooved his cheeks and eyebrows. His massive fists had battered many profiles into pulpy, reddened unconsciousness, finally killing a man. That was why he was caged in a police cell.