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where the tormented waves made
"The moon was hidden when
I got down to the beach. When
its radiance flashed out suddenly,
I hid my eyes.
"Ned Bellew and Duncan Nel
son were there, a stone's throw
from the mountings .hissing
breakers. Both were stripped to
the waist, and there, in the wild
night, they were fighting it out.
"It was not a white man's
fight. When I saw them they
were circling atround each other
like wild "beasts, their faces horri
ble in the cold of the moon. . . .
And their weapons were native
knives, the long curved kind,
that makes awful wounds.
"I gave a cry, but it was drown
ed in the roar of the storm, and
the next moment, the moon was
phut out by a cloud, and darkness
"I ran stumbling toward where
I had seen heiri. Before I -was
half way, there came a roarjfrom
the volcano behind me, and a
sheet of red flame flashed across
the sky, fighting everything with
hell's own light . v and I stop
ped. "Duncan Nelson was on his
back, and Ned Bellew's knife was
"I turned back for the Fire
God's cave, with hate for the wo
man who had caused this thing
tearing at my heart. As I ran on,"
beaten by the wind, and the spray
from the ocean, blinded by the
red streaks of the volcano, I re
member that I cursed aloud, and
sobbed, like a drunken man.
"When I stumbled into the
cave, wet and dripping, one or
two turned to give me a second
look. But that was all. The
dance was at its heighth; revel
elry, and lust, and passion, and
desire, reigned supreme.
"I made my .way toward the
princess, but before' I reached
her, I heard a woman'scry of
fright. . . .
"Ned Bellew was in the door
way. His face was deathly white,
save where a streak of ghastly red
ran down it. He still was naked
to the waist. He still held his
knife in his hand. And his nakedV
heaving body, and his long knife,
dripped of blood.
"He stood there like a statue of
death. The weird music of the
dance died down, and ceased. The
dancers stood still. I saw that
the princess was pale.
" T have killed him,' said Bel
lew. " 'Who ?' asked the princess.
" 'Nelson,' said Bellew.
" 'What did you do that for?'
asked the princess. And her
tone was that of a petulant child,
robbed of a toy.
"T did it for you,' said Bel
lew.' "The princess laughed aloud .
"Have you eyer seen a man who
has just committed murder laugh
ed at by thewoman for whom he
killed? . . .
"Bellew's mouth fell open. His
eyes stared. The red knife he
had clutched' so tightly dropped
clatteringly to the ground.
There was no sound save the
weird, high howl of the wind, tha