The pool still rocked sullenly, and the yellow light showed a man's hat floating, and near it a glove three parts submerged.
But that was all.

The mute's dying grip had known no loosening, nor his hate any fear.

I heard afterwards that when they dragged the two out next day, his fingers were in the other's eye-sockets, his teeth in his throat.

If ever man found death sweet, it was he! As we turned slowly from the black water, some shuddering, some crossing themselves, the Lieutenant looked at me.
'Curse you!' he said passionately.

'I believe that you are glad.' He deserved his fate,' I answered coldly.