Presently they met, and the executioners turned round, looking towards the king as though for orders.
"_Kill!_" said the king.
"_Kill!_" squeaked Gagool.
"_Kill!_" re-echoed Scragga, with a hollow chuckle.
Almost before the words were uttered the horrible dead was done.

One man had driven his spear into the victim's heart, and to make assurance double sure, the other had dashed out his brains with a great club.
"_One_," counted Twala the king, just like a black Madame Defarge, as Good said, and the body was dragged a few paces away and stretched out.
Hardly was the thing done before another poor wretch was brought up, like an ox to the slaughter.

This time we could see, from the leopard-skin cloak which he wore, that the man was a person of rank.
Again the awful syllables were spoken, and the victim fell dead.
"_Two_," counted the king.
And so the deadly game went on, till about a hundred bodies were stretched in rows behind us.

I have heard of the gladiatorial shows of the Caesars, and of the Spanish bull-fights, but I take the liberty of doubting if either of them could be half so horrible as this Kukuana witch-hunt.

Gladiatorial shows and Spanish bull-fights at any rate contributed to the public amusement, which certainly was not the case here.