You may have wrecked the life of Mademoiselle Julie and perhaps you will destroy my own, but you said it would be three hours before the detachment arrived, and I need only a few seconds." "But I don't think you'll fire, Mr.Scott." "Why, Weber ?" "Because I fire first!" Absorbed in the talk John had unconsciously lowered the automatic, and, as agile as a panther, Weber suddenly leaped to one side, snatched a revolver from his own pocket and pulled the trigger.

But the bullet flew wild.

A huge shadow hovered over him and a weight crashed upon his head, smiting him down as if he had been struck by a giant shell.

He sank in the path and lay motionless, dead ere he fell.
John stared, stricken with horror.

The great shadow bent down a moment over the fallen man, then straightened itself up again, and two eyes in which the vengeful fire had not yet died gazed at John.