Comanche stepped out again, once the shower had ceased and curiously picked up an object that had caught his eye.
He brought it within the circle of light, holding it at arm's length and gazed at it with fascinated eyes.
What he held was a battered human head. The cruel, blood-thirsty, malignant eyes of a savage redskin were gazing out at him from the tangle of hair and lacerated flesh that he held in his hand.
"Bah!" exclaimed Tony in a tone of disgust as he threw the horrible object far from him over the precipice.
Tony wiped his hand gingerly on his trousers, holding the hand up to the light to see that no traces of his recent burden remained.
"Ugh! It makes me feel hollow under the belt," averred Harry, turning away and knocking the ashes from his pipe.
THE BATTLE OF THE BLADES.