On its further side stood the group of Settlement men who had returned from scouring the camp, thin and haggard fellows, scarred by the slave-irons, but very fierce-looking.

In their midst a white man crouched upon the ground, moaning with terror and misery.

Just then he lifted his face--it was that of the Yellow Devil himself.

There lay that aged Iniquity, that hoary Shame caught at last in his own snares.
"Where did you find him, Otter ?" asked Leonard as they crossed the drawbridge.
"In the magazine, Baas, and your gold with him, also many rifles and much powder.

He had locked himself up there, but he had not the heart to fire the powder and make an end." Pereira did not see them as yet, but raising his head he begged for water.
"Give him blood," said one of the men sullenly.