I know I killed your brother, I had to do it.

Plead for me!" and he rolled in the dust, trying to clasp Leonard's feet.
"I cannot shrive you," answered the priest shuddering, "but I will pray for you." Then the hungry-eyed natives pounced upon Pereira to drag him thence, but Leonard broke through them saying: "I will have none of your savage cruelties here.

Let the man be shot if you will, but no more." As it chanced, however, Pereira was not destined to die by the hand of man, for even as Otter gripped him he turned livid, threw up his arms, groaned, and fell to the earth.
Leonard looked at him; he was dead, dead through the fear of death, for terror had stopped the beating of his wicked heart.
"The Shepherdess prophesied truly," cried Otter presently, "for the Heavens above have robbed us of our vengeance.

_Wow!_ it is hard, but at least this one shall work no more evil." "Carry it away," said Leonard with a shudder, for the dead man's face was ghastly to behold.

Then turning to him as if nothing had happened, he added: "Otter, take these men and loose the rest of the slaves; then get the ammunition, rifles, and stores from the arms-house and bring them to the water-gate.