"And I tell you, as a man who goes out to be hung to-morrow, that, if I had guessed who he was, I'd have blown my own brains out to save him from the crime of killing me.

Who is that man ?" "Don't you remember him ?" I said.

"Major Buckley." The Major came forward, and held out his hand to George Hawker.

"You are now," he said, "like a dead man to me.

You die to-morrow; and you know it; and face it like a man.