But at that moment Trent leaped up, dashed his unloaded revolver full in the man's face and, while he staggered with the shock, a soldier from behind shot him through the heart.

Trent saw him go staggering backwards and then himself sank down, giddy with the blow he had received.

Afterwards he knew that he must have fainted, for when he opened his eyes the sun was up and the men were strolling about looking at the dead savages who lay thick in the grass.

Trent sat up and called for water.
"Any one hurt ?" he asked the boy who brought him some.

The boy grinned, but shook his head.
"Plenty savages killed," he said, "no white man or Kru boy." "Where's Mr.Davenant," Trent asked suddenly.
The boy looked round and shook his head.
"No seen Mr.Dav'nant," he said.