Flint fairly gnashed his teeth with rage as he recognised in this man his old associate--Jones Bradley. The whole party halted at a little distance from the entrance to the cave, where Bradley desired them to remain while he should go and reconnoitre. He had reached the entrance, had made a careful examination of everything about it, and was in the act of turning to make his report, when Flint sprang upon him from the bushes, saying, "So it's you, you traitor, who has betrayed me," at the same moment plunging his dagger in the breast of Bradley, who fell dead at his feet. In the next moment the pirate was flying through the forest. Several shots were fired at him, but without any apparent effect. The whole party started in pursuit. But the pirate having the advantage of a start and a better knowledge of the ground, was soon hidden from view in the intricacies of the forest. Still the party continued their pursuit, led now by Henry Billings. As the pirate did not return the fire of his pursuers, it was evident that his only weapon was the dagger with which he had killed the unfortunate Bradley. For several hours they continued their search, but all to no purpose, and they were about to give it up for the present, when one of them stumbled, and fell over something buried in the grass, when up sprang Black Bill, who had hidden there on hearing the approach of the party. "Lookin' arter massa Flint?" asked the boy, as soon as he had discovered that he was among friends. "Yes; can you tell us which way he has gone?" asked Billings. "Gone dat way, and a-runnin' as if de debble was arter him, an' I guess he is, too." The party set off in the direction pointed out, the negro following. After going about half a mile, they were brought to a full stop by a precipice over which the foremost one of the party was near falling. As they came to the brink they thought they heard a whine and a low growl, as of a wild animal in distress. Looking into the ravine, a sight met their gaze, which caused them to shrink back with horror. At the bottom of the ravine lay the body of the man of whom they were in pursuit, but literally torn to pieces. Beside the body crouched an enormous she bear, apparently dying from wounds she had received from an encounter with the men. Could his worst enemy have wished him a severe punishment? "De debble got him now," said Black Bill, and the whole party took their way back to the cave. On their way back, Billings learned from the negro that Hellena in company with Lightfoot, had left the cave several days previous to their coming. Where they had gone he could not tell. He was so possessed with the idea they had been spirited away by the devil, or some one of his imps in the shape of an enormous Indian, that they thought he must have been frightened out of his wits.