She could have told it from her shape alone, but as it happened, her head hung down, and the moonlight shone upon her face so brightly that she could see its every feature.

Her blood boiled in her as she looked, for now she understood that her fears were just, and that the Swallow whom she loved above everything in the world, had fallen into the power of the man she hated.

At first she was minded to follow, and if might be, to rescue her.

Then she remembered the pistol-shot, and remembered also that this new-made wife would have been with her husband and no other.

Where, then, was he now?
Without doubt, murdered by Bull-Head.