The man, shot through the heart, sprang into the air and fell upon his face--stone dead.

There was consternation, for these people had never seen us shoot anything before, and were quite unacquainted with the properties of firearms, which they supposed to be merely instruments for making a noise.

They stared, they gasped in fear and astonishment, and then they fled, pursued by Tommy, barking, leaving us alone with the two dead men.
"It was time to teach them a lesson," said Bickley as he replaced the empty cartridge, and, seizing the dead man, rolled him into the burning pit.
"Yes," I answered; "but presently, when they have got over their fright, they will come back to teach us one." Bastin said nothing; he seemed too dazed at the turn events had taken.
"What do you suggest ?" asked Bickley.
"Flight," I answered.
"Where to--the ship?
We might hold that." "No; that is what they expect.

Look! They are cutting off our road there.

To the island in the lake where they dare not follow us, for it is holy ground." "How are we going to live on the island ?" asked Bickley.
"I don't know," I replied; "but I am quite certain that if we stay here we shall die." "Very well," he said; "let us try it." While we were speaking I was cutting Bastin's bonds.