You will no longer glory in your strength, for now I will break your back to you." LeNoir tried to speak, but his voice came in horrible gurgles.

His face was a ghastly greenish hue, lined with purple and swollen veins, his eyes were standing out of his head, and his breath sobbing in raucous gasps.

Slowly the head went back.

The crowd stood in horror-stricken silence waiting for the sickening snap.

Yankee, unable to stand it any longer, stepped up to his chief, and in a most matter of fact voice drawled out, "About an inch more that way I guess 'll do the trick, if he ain't double-jointed." "Aye," said Macdonald, holding grimly on.
"Tonald,"-- Black Hugh's voice sounded faint but clear in the awful silence--"Tonald--you will not--be killing--him.