Before he could take a single step, another figure, that of a woman, glided from the trees, and with a cry as of a wild cat, threw herself upon him.

At the same instant there was a dull, thick roar; they were hurled stunned to the ground, and in the silence that followed, through the trees came hurtling a rain of broken rock and splintered timbers.
Slowly recovering from the shock, the Sergeant staggered down the ravine, crying, "Come on!" to the others who followed him one by one as they recovered their senses.

On the other side of the slope lay Kalman and the woman.

It was Paulina.

At a little distance was Malkarski, or Kalmar, as he must be called, and where the cabin had been a great hole, and at some distance from it a charred and blackened shape of a man writhing in agony, the clothes still burning upon him.
Brown rushed down to the Creek, and with a hatful of water extinguished the burning clothes.
"Water! water!" gasped the wretch faintly.
"Bring him some water, some one," said Brown, who was now giving his attention to Kalman.