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His real personality, his true ego, was absolutely absorbed in the one vital, all-deciding proble seemed to cry in his ear: "You have it now! Fire!"

His hand leaped back with the crashing discharge, loud-echoing in the cave

H'yemba did not even yell But at the second when he see as an eer sent a bullet zoo into the cave

It shattered beyond Allan in a little shower of steel and lead fragled with rock-dust

Before these had even fallen Allan was upon hi child, who lay there struggling on the terrace-path, Allan seized the still-twitching body of the ed it to the parapet

Belon the path, he caught a swift glihast

To theht blood

Silent, indoh

Then, with a cry: "See, ye people, how I answer traitors!" he whirled it outward into the void

Over and over it gyrated through vacant space Then, with an echoing splash, the river took it, and the swift current, white-foa, boisterous, wild, rolled it and tumbled it away, away forever, into the unknown

With harsh cries and a wild spatter of bullets aih above them, Allan drove the cowed and beaten partizans of H'ye for mercy, down the terrace-path between the cliff and parapet

Only then, when he knew victory was secure and his own dominance once more sealed on the up the child, he retreated into the hoain; and now for the first time he realized his wan and sunken cheeks ith tears