He walked forward until he stood half way between the platform and the converts.

He ran his evil glance slowly over the Christians, and then rested it upon Edwards.
"Half King's orders are to be obeyed.

Let the paleface keep his mouth closed," he cried in the Indian tongue.

The imperious command came as a thunderbolt from a clear sky.

The missionaries behind Edwards stood bewildered, awaiting the outcome.
But Edwards, without a moment's hesitation, calmly lifted his hand and spoke.
"Beloved Christians, we meet to-day as we have met before, as we hope to meet in---" "Spang!" The whistling of a bullet over the heads of the Christians accompanied the loud report of a rifle.