She gasped once and sighed like one grown weary, then she slid down to the floor of the hut—dead, for N'mika was a quick killer, and his hunting-knife very sharp.
"Take me to the king," he said, his eyes upon the figure at his feet, "saying N'mika has slain the woman he loved; N'mika, the Wonderful Lover; N'mika, the Child of Sacrifice, who loved his wife well, and loved his high duty best."
No other word spoke N'mika.
They crucified him on a stake before the chief's hut, and there Sanders found him three days later, Bimebibi explained the circumstances.
"Lord, this man murdered a woman, so I killed him," he said.
He might have saved his breath, for he had need of it.
CHAPTER XI
"THEY"
In the Akarti country they worshipped many devils, and feared none, save one strange devil, who was called "Wu," which in our language means "They."
"Remember this," said Sanders of the River, as he grasped the hand of Grayson Smith, his assistant.