But you have heard, and now I can see," he went on quickly.

"It is but one man.

Stand behind me, Nina.

If he is a friend he is welcome; if he is an enemy you shall see him die." He laid his hand on his kriss, and awaited the approach of his unexpected visitor.

The fire was burning very low, and small clouds--precursors of the storm--crossed the face of the moon in rapid succession, and their flying shadows darkened the clearing.