The forms of the captives were hidden in darkness, but he had marked well where they were, and could have laid his hand upon them with his eyes shut.
Closer and closer he crept toward the unconscious savages.
He had doomed them all to death, and he was fearful lest some one of them should escape him.
When within a couple of yards of the spot where they lay, the one nearest to him stirred.
In an instant he was as motionless in his tracks as though he had been turned to stone.
Could it be that the savage was awake, and that his quick ear had detected his footsteps?
But no; the savage only turned a little, and then lay as motionless as before.
Two more strides and the Death-Dealer stood by the side of his victim.
His right arm was upraised, and the next instant it descended, and the knife was driven to the hilt in the breast of the red-skin.
Not so much as a groan escaped his lips. There was a slight convulsive motion of his frame and then all was still.