Off went Alphonse with a howl of terror, and after him flew the Masai, bent upon doing some execution before he died.

He soon overtook the poor little Frenchman, and would have finished him then and there had I not, just as Alphonse made a last agonized double in the vain hope of avoiding the yard of steel that was flashing in his immediate rear, managed to plant a bullet between the Elmoran's broad shoulders, which brought matters to a satisfactory conclusion so far as the Frenchman was concerned.

But just then he tripped and fell flat, and the body of the Masai fell right on the top of him, moving convulsively in the death struggle.

Thereupon there arose such a series of piercing howls that I concluded that before he died the savage must have managed to stab poor Alphonse.

I ran up in a hurry and pulled the Masai off, and there beneath him lay Alphonse covered with blood and jerking himself about like a galvanized frog.