A look of triumph flashed from the wronged girl’s eyes, and she snatched from her lover’s hand the tomahawk it extended.
A second later she darted toward her mother.
The tomahawk flew above her head, and in the twinkling of an eye it descended, severing Coleola’s right arm a few inches above the hand!
A soul-piercing shriek followed the avenging blow.
The mad queen shot forward, despite Swamp Oak’s strength, and it was a giant’s.
He might as well have tried to hold a crazy rhinoceros.
Coleola darted toward the corridor in which the Bloodhound and Big Moccasin had undoubtedly disappeared.
Kate Blount stood in her way, and noticed that her left arm was free.
“Back, Kate!” yelled the young scout.
Our heroine needed no summons to spring from the demoness’ path; but ere she could shrink away, the left arm encircled her body, and she found herself lifted from the ground.