And now you want to take me far away where I would lose you, lose my life; because your love is my life now.

What else is there?
Do not move," she cried violently, as he stirred a little--"do not speak! Take this! Sleep in peace!" He saw a shadowy movement of her arm.

Something whizzed past and struck the ground behind him, close to the fire.

Instinctively he turned round to look at it.

A kriss without its sheath lay by the embers; a sinuous dark object, looking like something that had been alive and was now crushed, dead and very inoffensive; a black wavy outline very distinct and still in the dull red glow.