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They had seen blood--had heard the obeah's cry; they knew! Not gods, now, but asped Beatrice

The spear still hanging fro the rifle-barrel, like a war-club

No counting of steps, now; no play at divinity Panting, horror-stricken, frenzied with rage, bleeding, they ran It was a hunt--the hunt of the last two huhtmare Horde

In front, a bluish and confused h the forest; and a pattering rain of spears and little arrows began to fall about the fugitives

Then the girl's revolver sputtered in a quick volley; and again, for a space, silence fell The way again was clear But in the path, silent and still, or writhing horribly, lay a few of the Things And the pine-needles and soft moss were very red, in spots

Stern had his pistol out too, by now For behind and on his flanks, like ferrets hanging to a hunted creature, the sas closing in

The engineer, his face very white and drawn, veins standing out on his sweat-beaded forehead, heard Beatrice cry out to him, but he could not understand her words

Yet as they ran, he saw her level the pistol and snap the hammer twice, thrice, with no result The little dead click sounded like a death-warrant to him

"Empty?" cried he "Here, take this one! You can shoot better now than I can!" And into her hand he thrust the second revolver

Solanced round A dart was hanging there

With an oath, the engineer wheeled about His eyes burned and his lips drew back, taut, from his fine white teeth

There, already recovered from the blohich would have killed a ht down along the path the e fists And, now feeling fear no ht