“Barbara!” cried Anthony Harding. “O my daughter! My daughter!”
Norris and Foster hastened through the river and brought the two men to the island. Barbara Harding threw herself into her father's arms. A moment later she had grasped Mallory's outstretched hands, and then she looked beyond them for another.
“Mr. Byrne?” she asked. “Where is Mr. Byrne?”
“He is dead,” said Anthony Harding.
The girl looked, wide-eyed and uncomprehending, at her father for a full minute.
“Dead!” she moaned, and fell unconscious at his feet.
CHAPTER XVII. HOME AGAIN
BILLY BYRNE continued to fire intermittently for half an hour after the two men had left him. Then he fired several shots in quick succession, and dragging himself to his hands and knees crawled laboriously and painfully back into the jungle in search of a hiding place where he might die in peace.
He had progressed some hundred yards when he felt the earth give way beneath him. He clutched frantically about for support, but there was none, and with a sickening lunge he plunged downward into Stygian darkness.