But all was silent as the grave below.
“My God, Town.! I fear our friend is dead!” cried Rollo.
“If one is dead, both are,” replied Town.
“Perhaps it would be well for us to look, Town.”
Town. went to the opening and gazed down into the hold. But he saw nothing. At the further end of the boat, where the combatants were last heard, it was black as night. He listened again, but heard nothing, he then called the name of his friend—repeated the call, but still there was no response.
He started up with an expression of deep sadness upon his face.
“They have slain each other, Rollo,” he cried.
Rollo uttered an exclamation of sorrow, as he bent upon the tiller.
“What will we do with the scout’s body?” he finally asked.
“We must remove it from the hold and give it a Christian burial. The savage’s carcass we will bury in the river.”