? ? ? ? "We were too late, Miss Porter," he replied sadly.
? ? ? ? "Tell me. What had happened?" she asked.
? ? ? ? "I cannot, Miss Porter, it is too horrible."
? ? ? ? "You do not mean that they had tortured him?" she whispered.
? ? ? ? "We do not know what they did to him BEFORE they killed him," he answered, his face drawn with fatigue and the sorrow he felt for poor D'Arnot and he emphasized the word before.
? ? ? ? "BEFORE they killed him! What do you mean? They are not--? They are not--?"
? ? ? ? She was thinking of what Clayton had said of the forest man's probable relationship to this tribe and she could not frame the awful word.
? ? ? ? "Yes, Miss Porter, they were--cannibals," he said, almost bitterly, for to him too had suddenly come the thought of the forest man, and the strange, unaccountable jealousy he had felt two days before swept over him once more.
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