ly being enacted, and that this poor trembling
creature was thirsting for the lifeblood of a mortal foe.

David did not seek to escape. He did not even shudder. There was a
singular expression of repose on his features, for in his desperation he
solaced himself by the reflection that he was about to render final
satisfaction for a sin whose atonement had become otherwise impossible.
He therefore folded his arms across his breast and stood waiting.

The contorted face of the furious beggar afforded a terrible contrast to
the tranquil countenance of the penitent and unresisting object of his
hatred. The opaque flesh seemed to have become transparent, and through
it glowed the baleful light of hatred and revenge. The lips were drawn
back from the white teeth, above which the great mustache bristled
savagely. The lids were lifted from the hollow and expressionless eyes.
Balancing himself for an instant he moved forward; but the emaciated
limbs tottered under the weight of the body. He reeled, caught himself,
then reeled once more, and lunged forward in the direction from which he
had heard the voice of his enemy.

Again Mantel strove to intercept him, and again David forced him back.

Uncertain as to the exact location of the object of his hatred, he
raised his knife and struck at random; but the blow spent itself in air.

The futility and helplessness of his efforts crazed him.

"Where are you? G-g-give me some sign!" he cried.

"I am here," said David in a voice whose preternatural calmness sent a
shudder to the heart of his friend.

With one supreme and final effort, the dying man lurched forward and
threw himself wildly toward the sound. His hand, brandishing the dagger,
was uplifted and seemed about to descend on his foe; but at that very
instant, with a frightful imprecation upon his lips, the gigantic form
collapsed, the knife dropped from the hand, and he plunged, a corpse,
into the arms of his intended victim.

David received the dead weight upon the bosom at which the dagger had
been aimed, and the first expression of his face indicated a certain
disappointment that a single blow had not been permitted to end his
troubles, as well as terror at an event so appalling. He stood
spellbound for a moment, supporting the awful burden, and then,
overpowered with the horror of the situation, cried out,

"Take him, Mantel! take him! Help me to lay him down! Quick, I cannot
stand it; quick!"

They laid the lifele