He examined his enemy to see that he was securely tied, and then went to bed, content to wait till morning before enjoying the luxury of killing him.

Jules spent the night in the cattle-yard, and it is a region where warm nights are never known.
In the morning Slade practised on him with his revolver, nipping the flesh here and there, and occasionally clipping off a finger, while Jules begged him to kill him outright and put him out of his misery.

Finally Slade reloaded, and walking up close to his victim, made some characteristic remarks and then dispatched him.

The body lay there half a day, nobody venturing to touch it without orders, and then Slade detailed a party and assisted at the burial himself.

But he first cut off the dead man's ears and put them in his vest pocket, where he carried them for some time with great satisfaction.