From the terrified appearance of some of the approaching crowd and the maniac shouts in rear, it was evident that a man thus possessed of the spirit of amok was venting his fury on them.
Another minute and he drew near, brandishing a kriss that dripped with the gore of those whom he had already stabbed.

Catching sight of the white men he made straight for them.

He was possessed of only one eye, but that one seemed to concentrate and flash forth the fire of a dozen eyes, while his dishevelled hair and blood-stained face and person gave him an appalling aspect.
"It is Baderoon!" said Van der Kemp in a subdued but stern tone.
Nigel, who stood next to him, glanced at the hermit.

His face was deadly pale; his eyes gleamed with a strange, almost unearthly light, and his lips were firmly compressed.

With a sudden nervous motion, unlike his usually calm demeanour, he drew his long knife, and to Nigel's surprise cast it away from him.