She winced, but with catamount activity drew back her arm and hit him on the temple with the heavy weapon.

He collapsed limply, reeled from off the saddle, and they fell together.

The frightened horse, finding himself at liberty, galloped to the camp, where already there was an unusual commotion.
Carmela flung herself on the man's body.

She was capable of extremes either of grief or passion.
"Salvador, my love! my love!" she screamed.

"What have I done?
Speak to me, Salvador! It is I, Carmela! Oh, Mary Mother, come to my aid! I have killed him, killed my Salvador!" He looked very white and peaceful as he lay there in the gloom.