"I will not die," roared Brand, putting out his great strength against the gipsy. But he was weak with fasting, and Pharaoh, unable to use his knife, tried to strangle him. "The same death as you gave Zara," he muttered. While the two men swayed and swung, the ship's company mustered to look on. Shackel would not let any one interfere. "Let 'em kill one another," he said. "I'll have no Jonahs on this here barkey." The struggle was not of long duration. With a mighty effort Pharaoh lifted Brand over the taffrail, but the man clung round his neck, and his superior weight dragged the gipsy over. Tera and Jack and every one on board ran to the side. Neither man would loose his hold, and together they splashed into the water. The ship, now well under way, sailed on. Once only two heads were seen to rise out of the glittering water, then murderer and avenger went down into the deep sea, never to rise again. Zara was avenged, and for her Pharaoh had given his life. * * * * * Next day Jack and Shackel went ashore at the last port before leaving England, and made a declaration of the deaths. Jack also delivered Korah's confession to the police, who promised to forward it to Inspector Chard at Grimleigh. Then they went aboard again, and the _Dayspring_ spread her white wings and lifted to the swell of the open sea. Her nose was pointed south for the Horn. "And then, Koiau!" whispered Jack to his wife, "Koiau!" sighed Tera, and burst into wild singing in her native tongue. So they went sailing to a future of joy--to the spicy islands set like jewels in the shining seas of the under world. THE END --------------------------------------------------------------- PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED, LONDON AND BECCLES. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Vanishing of Tera, by Fergus Hume