Another grunt of surprise fell from the pathfinder's lips as he dropped the pellet in the palm of his hand.
It was a strange-looking object, smooth, and curiously flattened.
"Ver' soft bullet," said Mukoki.

"Never know lead thin, thin out lak that!" With his knife he peeled off a thin slice of the ball.
"Heem--" He held up the two pieces.

In the sun they gleamed a dull, rich yellow.
"That bullet made of gold!" he breathed, scarcely above a whisper.

"No yellow lead.

That gold, pure gold!".