I watched closely, but could not guess the intent.

I bent over and watched still more intently.

He had twisted a thumb around and was weakly punching at his breast with it.

'Ah--stabbed, do you mean ?' Affirmative nod, accompanied by a spectral smile of such peculiar devilishness, that it struck an awakening light through my dull brain, and I cried-- 'Did I stab him, mistaking him for you ?--for that stroke was meant for none but you.' The affirmative nod of the re-dying rascal was as joyous as his failing strength was able to put into its expression.
'O, miserable, miserable me, to slaughter the pitying soul that, stood a friend to my darlings when they were helpless, and would have saved them if he could! miserable, oh, miserable, miserable me!' I fancied I heard the muffled gurgle of a mocking laugh.

I took my face out of my hands, and saw my enemy sinking back upon his inclined board.
He was a satisfactory long time dying.