13/20 The words, "O Lord Jesus!" came to his ears, and he heard no more: they were poor Sambo's last in this world. The light of a street lamp fell upon the bed: the blood was welling, in great thick throbs, out of his huge black throat. They had bent his head back, and the gash gaped wide. No sound except a low gurgle came to his ears, and the horror of the stillness overmastered him. He never could recall what came next. |