His eyes were wild, anxious and yearning, his face deadly pale and covered with a cold sweat.

Presently he collapsed, like a loosened bundle, upon the steps.
Castine, blinded with blood, turned round, and the light of the fire upon his open mouth made him appear to grin painfully--an involuntary grimace of terror.
At that instant a rifle shot rang out from the shrubbery, and Castine sprang from the ground and fell at Ferrol's feet.

Then, with a contortive shudder, he rolled over and over the steps, and lay face downward upon the ground-dead.
A girl ran forward from the trees, with a cry, pushing her way through to Ferrol's body.

Lifting up his head, she called to him in an agony of entreaty.

But he made no answer.
"That's the woman who fired the shot!" said a subaltern officer excitedly.