Eyre was not at first alarmed, thinking it was a signal of Baxter's to indicate the position of their camp.

He called, but received no answer.

Hastening in the direction of the shot, he was met by Wylie, the King George's Sound native, running towards him in great alarm crying out: "Oh, massa, massa, come here!" and then losing speech from terror.

Eyre was soon at the camp, and one glance was enough to see that his purpose must now be pursued grimly alone.

Baxter, fatally wounded, was stretched upon the ground, bleeding and choking in his last agony.