Now look at that!" He nodded to the two men lying with their faces turned up to the hot glare of the sun.

One glance was enough to tell Philip that they were dead, and that it was not Billinger who had killed them.

Their bearded faces had stiffened in the first agonies of death.

Their breasts were soaked with blood and their arms had been drawn down close to their sides.

As he looked the gleam of a metal buckle on the belt of the dead man nearest him, caught Philip's eye.