Even at the moment it struck the Governor that
his voice and bearing were those of a sleep-walker.
"Oh, my God!" one of the soldiers cried out
suddenly; and the Governor glanced hastily back.
Surely------
The blood-stained heap on the grass had once
more begun to struggle and moan. The doctor
flung himself down and lifted the head upon his knee.
"Make haste!" he cried in desperation. "You
savages, make haste! Get it over, for God's sake!
There's no bearing this!"
Great jets of blood poured over his hands, and
the convulsions of the figure that he held in his
arms shook him, too, from head to foot. As he
looked frantically round for help, the priest bent
over his shoulder and put a crucifix to the lips of
the dying man.
"In the name of the Father and of the Son----"
The Gadfly raised himself against the doctor's
knee, and, with wide-open eyes, looked straight
upon the crucifix.
Slowly, amid hushed and frozen stillness, he
lifted the broken right hand and pushed away the
image.
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