A red froth came on his lips.

He made another desperate effort, and twisting himself onto one elbow pointed a rigid arm at Pierre.

He gasped: "McGurk--God!" and dropped.

He was dead before his head touched the blanket.
It was Jacqueline who closed the staring eyes, for the two men were frozen where they stood.

They had heard the story of Patterson and Branch and Mansie in one word from the lips of the dying man.
McGurk was back.