Evidently he was waiting for us.

By his side sat the big yellow dog, Pharaoh, that, when he smelt us, gambolled forward, wagging his tail in greeting.
"Come here," said Orme, in a low and solemn voice, "I have something to show you," and he led the way into the priest's chamber, or sanctuary, whatever it may have been, where he slept upon a rough, native-made bedstead.

At the doorway he halted, lowered the lamp he held, and pointed to something dark on the floor to the right of his bedstead, saying, "Look!" There lay a dead man, and by his side a great knife that evidently had fallen from his hand.

At the first glance we recognised the face which, by the way, was singularly peaceful, as though it were that of one plunged in deep sleep.

This seemed odd, since the throat below was literally torn out.
"Shadrach!" we said, with one voice.
Shadrach it was; Shadrach, our former guide, who had betrayed us; Shadrach who, to save his own life, had shown us how to rescue Higgs, and for that service been pardoned, as I think I mentioned.