Page 181 (1/1)

Diccon was not dead; pinioned, like ainst the wall, they that he had slain at his feet My lord rose, and stood over against ed away at the neck, and my blood stained his hand and arm A sdo," he said, "but I have won at last A long good-night to you, Captain Percy, and a dreamless sleep!"

There was a swift backward movement of the Indians, and a loud "The panther, sir! Have a care!" froht, the shifting figures, the blocked doors, the sight and s for a spring The red-brown hair was bristling, the eyes were terrible I was before it, but those glaring eyes had marked me not It passed me like a bar from a catapult, and the man whose heel it had felt was full in its path One of its forefeet sank in the velvet of the doublet; the claws of the other entered the flesh below the temple, and tore doards and across With a cry as awful as the panther's scream the Italian threw himself upon the beast and buried his poniard in its neck The panther and the ether

When the Indians had unlocked that dread eed froray with fear, tre in every limb, to take the reins that had fallen frohastly spectacle; unconscious now, but with life before hihtmare vision The face out of which had looked that sullen, proud, and wicked spirit had been one of great beauty; it had brought hi had loved to look upon it; and it had come to this He lived, and I was to die: better my death than his life In every heart there are dark depths, whence at tiht; but at least I could drive back that unain I would have killed him, but I would not have had him thus

The Italian was upon his knees beside his master: even such a creature could love Fro sound, and his bony hands strove to wipe away the blood The Paspaheghs drew around us closer and closer, and the ance clutched me by the shoulder I shook him off "Give the word, Sharpless," I said, "or nod, if thou art too frightened to speak Murder is too stern a stuff for such a base kitchen knave as thou to deal in"