Thames Darrell MUST die.

Our mutual safety requires it.
Leave the means to me." "More blood! more blood!" cried Trenchard, passing his hand with agony across his brow.

"Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch--the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!--the mother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!--And must another be added to their number--their son! Horror!--let me be spared this new crime! And yet the gibbet--my name tarnished--my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!--No, I cannot submit to that." "I should think not," observed Jonathan, who had some practice in the knight's moods, and knew how to humour him.

"It's a miserable weakness to be afraid of bloodshed .-- The general who gives an order for wholesale carnage never sleeps a wink the less soundly for the midnight groans of his victims, and we should deride him as a coward if he did.

And life is much the same, whether taken in battle, on the couch, or by the road-side.