The canoe came on and made a landing on the beach. Hugh, Blaise and Keneu beached their craft near by.
“Did you catch those fellows?” Hugh asked eagerly.
“We sunk their canoe and some are drowned. Others may have reached shore. The rest of our men have gone over there to search. But where is Ohrante? We have seen nothing of him. Is he still on this isle?”
“Yes, he is here,” Hugh replied, a little shudder convulsing his body. “But Ohrante is no longer to be feared.”
“He is dead? Who killed him? One of you?” Baptiste glanced quickly from one lad to the other.
“No, the victim he was torturing killed him.”
“Another victim? What became of him? Did he escape?”
“He escaped. By now he is probably in safety.”
“Good! Then we have——”
A shout from the top of the island interrupted Baptiste. The other men from the canoe, who had scattered to search for any of Ohrante’s band who might be in hiding, had discovered the body. The boys and Baptiste went up to join them, and Hugh described what he had seen and how the Chief of Minong had come to his death.