There they all crouched upon the ground, with bulging eyes; there was he in the tree top, the colour of the lead; and between was the dead man, dancing a bit in the air.

He was obedient to the last, recited his crime, recommended his soul to God.

And then...' Attwater paused, and Herrick, who had been listening attentively, made a convulsive movement which upset his glass.
'And then ?' said the breathless captain.
'Shot,' said Attwater.

'They came to ground together.' Herrick sprang to his feet with a shriek and an insensate gesture.
'It was a murder,' he screamed.

'A cold-hearted, bloody-minded murder! You monstrous being! Murderer and hypocrite--murderer and hypocrite--murderer and hypocrite--' he repeated, and his tongue stumbled among the words.
The captain was by him in a moment.