He was near enough now for us to see him put out a hand, find an upper wire, then bend and step under it and over the lower one.

Now he arrived at the first knight--and started slightly when he discovered him.

He stood a moment--no doubt wondering why the other one didn't move on; then he said, in a low voice, "Why dreamest thou here, good Sir Mar--" then he laid his hand on the corpse's shoulder--and just uttered a little soft moan and sunk down dead.

Killed by a dead man, you see--killed by a dead friend, in fact.

There was something awful about it.
These early birds came scattering along after each other, about one every five minutes in our vicinity, during half an hour.
They brought no armor of offense but their swords; as a rule, they carried the sword ready in the hand, and put it forward and found the wires with it.