“Torn to pieces.”
“Fo’ de Lawd!” gasped Pomp, in horror.
“See—there he lies on his face.”
“Horrible! Horrible!” exclaimed Reynard.
“Faix, that inds our chase.”
“I’se glad de rascal am dead for killin’ dot po’ boy.”
“Send the Pegasus to the ground.”
Pomp did so, and Frank alighted.
He strode over to the tiger and saw that the animal’s head had been shattered by the bomb-like bullet.
A few steps more brought him to the brute’s victim.