It is finished; she must die!" Then turning to the guards--"Bring her hither; Scragga, make sharp thy spear." Two of the men stepped forward, and as they advanced, the girl, for the first time realising her impending fate, screamed aloud and turned to fly.

But the strong hands caught her fast, and brought her, struggling and weeping, before us.
"What is thy name, girl ?" piped Gagool.

"What! wilt thou not answer?
Shall the king's son do his work at once ?" At this hint, Scragga, looking more evil than ever, advanced a step and lifted his great spear, and at that moment I saw Good's hand creep to his revolver.

The poor girl caught the faint glint of steel through her tears, and it sobered her anguish.

She ceased struggling, and clasping her hands convulsively, stood shuddering from head to foot.
"See," cried Scragga in high glee, "she shrinks from the sight of my little plaything even before she has tasted it," and he tapped the broad blade of his spear.
"If ever I get the chance you shall pay for that, you young hound!" I heard Good mutter beneath his breath.
"Now that thou art quiet, give us thy name, my dear.