A murmur of admiration at Bellin-Jama's bravery went up from the listening blacks. But Bellin-Jama's voice was still ringing in the air, and the murmuring was just beginning, when Sheldon cleared the rail, leaping straight downward. From the top of the railing to the ground it was fifteen feet, and Bellin-Jama was directly beneath. Sheldon's flying body struck him and crushed him to earth. No blows were needed to be struck. The black had been knocked helpless. Joan, startled by the unexpected leap, saw Carin-Jama, The Silent, reach out and seize Sheldon by the throat as he was half-way to his feet, while the five-score blacks surged forward for the killing. Her revolver was out, and Carin-Jama let go his grip, reeling backward with a bullet in his shoulder. In that fleeting instant of action she had thought to shoot him in the arm, which, at that short distance, might reasonably have been achieved. But the wave of savages leaping forward had changed her shot to the shoulder. It was a moment when not the slightest chance could be taken. The instant his throat was released, Sheldon struck out with his fist, and Carin-Jama joined his brother on the ground. The mutiny was quelled, and five minutes more saw the brothers being carried to the hospital, and the mutineers, marshalled by the gang-bosses, on the way to the fields. When Sheldon came up on the veranda, he found Joan collapsed on the steamer-chair and in tears. The sight unnerved him as the row just over could not possibly have done. A woman in tears was to him an embarrassing situation; and when that woman was Joan Lackland, from whom he had grown to expect anything unexpected, he was really frightened. He glanced down at her helplessly, and moistened his lips. "I want to thank you," he began. "There isn't a doubt but what you saved my life, and I must say--" She abruptly removed her hands, showing a wrathful and tear-stained face. "You brute! You coward!" she cried. "You have made me shoot a man, and I never shot a man in my life before." "It's only a flesh-wound, and he isn't going to die," Sheldon managed to interpolate. "What of that? I shot him just the same. There was no need for you to jump down there that way. It was brutal and cowardly." "Oh, now I say--" he began soothingly. "Go away. Don't you see I hate you! hate you! Oh, won't you go away!" Sheldon was white with anger. "Then why in the name of common sense did you shoot?" he demanded. "Be-be-because you were a white man," she sobbed. "And Dad would never have left any white man in the lurch. But it was your fault. You had no right to get yourself in such a position. Besides, it wasn't necessary." "I am afraid I don't understand," he said shortly, turning away. "We will talk it over later on."