to his death; and we looked in each other’s eyes with the same thought.
“That’s Harris,” said I, with, I fear, but little compassion in my tone or in my heart just then.
“Where are the others ?” cried Eva piteously.
“God knows,” said I; “they may be done for, too.”
“If they are!”
“It’s better than the death they would have lived to die.”
“But only one of them was a wilful murderer! Oh, Mr. Cole - Mr. Cole - go and see what has happened; come back and tell me! I dare not come. I will stay here
there, now congratulating myself upon it, because when night came they would all think me so secure; and now weeping because the night might find me dying or dead. So I tossed, with her note clasped in my hand underneath the sheets; and beneath my very body that stout weapon that I had bought in town.