He saw both were mortally wounded and would soon die.

Oonomoo lay flat upon his back, breathing heavily, while the copious pools of blood around him showed how numerous and severe were his wounds.

Lieutenant Canfield lifted his head, while the missionary supported Fluellina.

The latter opened her languid eyes, which instantly brightened as she recognized her noble friend, and said in a low, sweet voice, speaking English perfectly: "I am glad you have come, father.

Oonomoo and Fluellina are dying.