Julian snatched at him to catch him as he passed: and, failing in this, rushed after him.

It was a race for life! and they went like the wind, for two hundred yards, along that muddy high-banked walk.
Suddenly, Charles slipped upon the clay, that he fell; and Julian, with a savage howl, leapt upon him heavily.
Poor youth, he knew that death was nigh, and only uttered, "God forgive you, brother! oh, spare me--or, if not me, spare yourself--Julian, Julian!" But the monster was determined.

Exerting the whole force of his herculean frame, he seized his scarce-resisting victim as he lay, and, lifting him up like a child, flung his own twin-brother head foremost into that darkly-flowing current! There was one piercing cry--a splash--a struggle; and again nothing broke upon the silent night, but the murmur of that swingeing tide, as the Mullet hurried eddying to the sea.
Julian listened a minute or two, flung some stones at random into the river, and then hastily ran back to Burleigh, feeling like a Cain..