Coming up close behind, I fired my pistol.
He dropped thee and fell himself, and I feared that he was dead.
Brother, it is something fearful to have killed a man, though it was to save life.

Wilt thou not go to him and see if he yet lives?
We ought to show charity even to our foes." Cuthbert was willing enough to do this since he had heard his sister's story, which had not taken many minutes in the telling.

He went across to the spot where Long Robin lay, and turned him gently over.
Although the sight of death was by no means familiar to Cuthbert, it took only one glance to show him that this man was dying or dead.

His face was ghastly and drawn, and his limbs were already growing rigid and motionless.

The heavy charge of the pistol had done its work surely and fully: the bullet had passed through the spine, and had entered the vital organs.