Instantly he whipped out a revolver and covered him.
"Come here," he cried.
The boy shook his head.

"No understand." "Who sent you here with that filthy stuff ?" he asked sternly.

"You'd best answer me." The Kru boy, shrinking away from the dark muzzle of that motionless revolver, was spellbound with fear.

He shook his head.
"No understand." There was a flash of light, a puff of smoke, a loud report.

The Kru boy fell forward upon his face howling with fear.