"Villain and coward!" exclaimed Jack, as he emptied his revolver in the wretch's body.
Maltravers staggered and sank on his knees.
"Curse you!" he said, as he feebly discharged his pistol at Jack.
The shot went wide of the mark, but it struck the shepherd, who was mortally wounded.
It was a scene of carnage.
Alfred Vanhoosen was dead, so was Vasquez and his two followers, Maltravers was dying, and Lena was in a like condition, while the shepherd would never speak again.
Frantic with grief, Jack threw himself on the body of his beloved.
"My darling, my baby!" he exclaimed; "speak to me."
Lena raised her fast glazing eyes to him, but she could not utter a word.
With bitter, scalding tears, Jack watched her die.