He saw it now before him with hideous vividness, and the face of the woman was the face of Ella Linton.

The agony of that last fight with an element that was overpowering, overwhelming in its ruthless strength, was shown upon every feature, and his soul was filled with pity.
He sprang to his feet and crushed the letter into his pocket.

He felt none of the exultation of the huntsman--only sadness at the fate of the hunted thing that lay at his feet.

Once before the same feeling had come over him.

It was when, after the long struggle up the river, through the forests, swamps, jungle grass that cut the body of a man as though it were sharp wire, he fired his shot and the meteor-bird fell at his feet.