He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
As I looked, the eyes saw the sinking sun, and the look of hate in them turned to triumph.
But, on the instant, came the sweep and flash of Jonathan's great knife.

I shrieked as I saw it shear through the throat.

Whilst at the same moment Mr.Morris's bowie knife plunged into the heart.
It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.
I shall be glad as long as I live that even in that moment of final dissolution, there was in the face a look of peace, such as I never could have imagined might have rested there.
The Castle of Dracula now stood out against the red sky, and every stone of its broken battlements was articulated against the light of the setting sun.
The gypsies, taking us as in some way the cause of the extraordinary disappearance of the dead man, turned, without a word, and rode away as if for their lives.

Those who were unmounted jumped upon the leiter wagon and shouted to the horsemen not to desert them.

The wolves, which had withdrawn to a safe distance, followed in their wake, leaving us alone.
Mr.Morris, who had sunk to the ground, leaned on his elbow, holding his hand pressed to his side.