We always wore our pistols if we went out during the dark hours.
"Then perhaps we had better go to see." We started, and had not covered a hundred yards before a girl, whom I recognised as one of Bastin's converts, came flying towards us and screaming out, "Help! Help! They kill the Bellower with fire! They cook him like a pig!" "Just what I expected," said Bickley.
Then we ran hard, as evidently there was no time to lose.

While we went I extracted from the terrified girl, whom we forced to show us the way, that as the sacrifice was about to be offered Bastin had appeared, and, "making fire," applied it to the god Oro, who instantly burst into flame.

Then he ran back, calling out that the devil was dead.

As he did so there was a loud explosion and Oro flew into pieces.

His burning head went a long way into the air and, falling on to one of the priests, killed him.