Another instant and he would have had a bullet through his body.
Was it an echo that answered the cocking of the rifle held in Rody’s hand?
That was the last thought that crossed Warren Rody’s mind.
The next moment he was a corpse.
A bullet had pierced his brain!
It came from Maracota’s gun, who had arrived upon the ground at the moment of Nelatu’s fall.
Before either of the two Indians could speak a word, a piercing cry echoed in upon their ears; a girl came gliding through the bushes, and flung herself prostrate over the body.
It was Sansuta!
The air was filled with her lamentations as she kissed the cold forehead of Warren Rody, and with a thousand endearing terms endeavoured to recall him to life.
Nelatu approached and gently raised her from the ground.