A horrible grin of delight distorts his features, already hideously begrimed, for he has found the little bag and takes from it the fetich of the dead man.

That fetich is a prize, for with it the magic power that was subservient to the victim while alive now becomes the victor's.

He handles the amulet carefully, almost tenderly, breathes on it, and puts it back into the bag.

Then he detaches his stone knife, grasps it with the right hand, and with the left clutches the gray hair of the dead man and with a sudden jerk pulls the head up.

Then he begins to cut the scalp with his shaggy knife-blade of flint.
A faint whistling sound, as of some one hissing near him, is heard; and ere he looks up a male voice by his side has said,-- "That is good, very good!" The words are spoken in the Dinne language.
The murderer looks up, staying his work of mutilation.