Then with a snarl of malignant anger he leveled the pistol that he held in his hand.

But Robert struck instantly with his clubbed rifle, and his instinctive impulse was so great that he smote with tremendous force.

The man was caught full and fair on the head, and, reeling back from the edge of the bushes in which they stood, fell dead in the open, where all his men could see.
It was enough.

The demons, the ghosts that haunted them for their crimes, were not very vocal, but they struck with fearful power.

They had smitten down the man who tried to keep them on their island, and they were not going to stay one second longer.