Chapter 20

Another gunshot took down one of the natives. His two friends didn’t even glance at their fallen comrade. Another shot. Another dead native. The sole remaining member of their party rushed towards Lucien and Abel.

They were close to the men from the rowboat, as close as the native was to them.

Suddenly, Abel stopped. He raised his makeshift club, and as the native got near enough for Lucien to see his bloodshot eyes, Abel swung his stick with all the force he could muster, the knobbly end slamming into the native’s temple.

The native was sent flying backwards across the sand. He lay groaning for a moment, but was soon struggling to get back onto his feet. Obviously, Abel couldn’t allow that to happen. He smashed his club against the native’s head, snapping the stick upon impact. It proved enough to still the cannibal for good.

“Well done, my darling,” said Lucien, throwing his arms around Abel.