that seemed to have been
wrought before their eyes. The three remained in the background, but
the fall of the leader appeared to add flames to the hatred of Mustad,
who, assuming the mantle of the fallen chieftain, stepped to the front.

"You shall not escape us!" he hissed; "all the Inglese loge shall die!"

"But before any more of them perish, you shall go to the infernal
regions to keep company with the imp that has just gone thither."

The doctor had learned from the exhibition of the preceding afternoon
the time required by Jack Everson to repeat his marvelous shots. He
knew, therefore, about the moment when a second was due, and he decided
to make its arrival as dramatic as possible.

"You stand almost on the same spot where stood Almos; he dropped dead
before me, and," raising his hand impressively, "I command you to do
the same."

Mustad obeyed.

Again the faint report swept across the extent of jungle, travelling
with almost the same speed as the bullet, which, like its predecessor,
bored through the dusky chest of the victim and lost itself in the
vegetation beyond. Mustad gasped, convulsively clasped one hand to his
breast, flung out both arms, groped blindly for an instant, and then
slumped down as dead as one of the mummies of the Pyramids.

And the young American, still reclining on that gray, blistering rock,
again rose to a sitting posture and clapped the glasses to his eyes to
observe more clearly the result of his last trial at markmanship.

"That makes seven bull's-eyes!" was his delighted exclamation, "but I
have done as well when the distance was twice as great. I must keep
the number in mind, for it will be like the doctor to insist that I
made but six out of a possible eight. I notice that three gentlemen
are left and require attention."

With the same care as before, he lay back and drew bead on the group,
but the next moment uttered an impatient exclamation and straightened
up again.

"They have fled; only Mary and her father are left, and there's no call
to send any bullets in their direction."

The fall of Mustad at the command of the wrathful physician was more
than the other Ghoojurs could stand. Suspecting no connection between
the almost inaudible reports and the terrifying incidents, they
believed their only hope was in headlong flight. Without a word they
dashed down the trail, quickly passing from sight, and were seen no
more.

Meanwhile Jack Everson, finding no de