"'T is of a peculiar flavor not altogether to my taste, yet not a food to be despised in the wilderness.

Did you lay hands upon the heathen who fled ?" "No, he escaped me, but only to leap over the outer rock.

He lies dead below.

Have you slain this man ?" He turned the huddled up body over contemptuously with his foot, and I perceived the wrinkled countenance of an aged man, the eyes bright, the thick hair on his head long and nearly white.

The face, thin and emaciated, was so sinister I involuntarily drew back.
"A snake is not so easily killed," he answered in indifference.