Her feet slipped on the wet grass--where it was wet with his blood.

She staggered, swayed uncertainly, fell with her arms outstretched as if the earth were he she sought.

She lay there moaning--the cry of her tortured nerves alone, for her mind was unconscious.
Adelaide and Madelene, who had just come, bent to lift her.

But their strength failed them and they sank to their knees in terror; for, from the silent crowd there burst a shriek: "Kill him, kill him!" And all in an instant the grounds were emptied of those thousands; and to the two women came an ever fainter but not less awful roar as the mob swept on uptown toward the jail.
Madelene was first to recover.

"Let us carry her in," she said.