He bent his head, and then sprang up and held his hands high, speaking in a strange tongue.

I looked at his eyes, and they were ablaze with fire.
"My people slew him," he cried.

"By the shades of my fathers, a score shall keep him company as slaves in the Great Hunting-ground." "Talk no more of blood," I said.

"He was amply avenged.

'Twas I who slew him, for he died to save me.