Then, pushing back the prisoners, the chief laid his hand on Lady Helena's shoulder, who grew pale at the touch.
"Edward!" cried the unfortunate woman, in terror.
Glenarvan, without uttering a word, raised his arm. A report resounded. Kara-Tété fell dead.
At this sound a crowd of natives issued from the huts. The pah was filled in an instant. A hundred arms were raised against the captives. Glenarvan's revolver was snatched from his hand.
Kai-Koumou cast a strange look at Glenarvan, and then, guarding with one hand the person of him who had fired, he controlled with the other the throng that was rushing upon the Europeans.
At last his voice rose above the tumult. "Taboo! taboo!" cried he.