The sole witness to this battle primeval stood spellbound at
the sight of the fierce, brutal ferocity of the white man, and
the lion-like strength he exhibited. Slowly but surely he was
beating the face of his antagonist into an unrecognizable
pulp--with his bare hands he had met and was killing an
armed warrior. It was incredible! Not even Theriere or Billy
Mallory could have done such a thing. Billy Mallory! And she
was gazing with admiration upon his murderer!
CHAPTER XV
THE RESCUE
AFTER Byrne had dropped the lifeless form of his enemy
to the ground he turned and retraced his steps toward the
island, a broad grin upon his face as he climbed to the girl's
side.
"I guess I'd better overhaul this gat," he said, "and stick
around home. It isn't safe to leave you alone here--I can
see that pretty plainly. Gee, supposin' I'd got out of sight
before he showed himself!" And the man shuddered visibly
at the thought.
The girl had not spoken and the man looked up suddenly,
attracted by her silence. He saw a look of horror in her
eyes, such as he had seen there once before when he had
kicked the unconscious Theriere that time upon the Halfmoon.
"What's the matter?" he asked, alarmed. "What have I
done now? I had to croak the stiff--he'd have got me sure
if I hadn't, and then he'd have got you, too.
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