But just as he got within striking distance, the lady drew out a revolver and shot the animal, breaking his backbone.

Not satisfied with this, she poured shot after shot into him till the magazine was exhausted.

There was no coolness or hauteur about her now; she seemed more furious even than the animal, her face transformed with hate, and as determined to kill as he had appeared to be.

Adam, not knowing exactly what to do, lifted his hat in apology and hurried on to Lesser Hill..