A kind of gray shadow had settled about eyes and mouth--the shadow of the death angel's wings.
"It's no use, sir," repeated the doctor.

"He hasn't recovered consciousness enough, yet, to be questioned.

When he does, I'll report." "Do so!" returned the Master, curtly.

"I hardly think we need use much ceremony in disposing of him." He turned to the other cot.

"Well, sir, how about this man ?" "I'm--all right, sir," weakly coughed the wounded New Zealander.