The next moment Juon gave his adversary a fierce shake and instantly the pair of them plunged head over heels into the gulf below.
"We both rushed after them, and on reaching the edge of the abyss perceived one shape lying motionless among the rocks of the stream, and another limping painfully towards the further shore.

This second figure was Fatia Negra." "Surely Juon was not dead ?" cried Henrietta, horrified.
"No; only crippled by the fall.

He fell undermost, the other on top.

Yet the other must have suffered severely.

We could see from his heavy movements that he had more than one limb damaged.