But even before that discovery he knew that she was dead.

The pursuing Frenchman had flung her down with a kick from behind, and, squatting on her back, was battering in her skull with the weight she herself had fastened to his stump, when the totally unexpected Davidson loomed up in the night and scared him away.
"Davidson, kneeling by the side of that woman done so miserably to death, was overcome by remorse.

She had died for him.

His manhood was as if stunned.

For the first time he felt afraid.