I am glad of that.
He will never come back.

Then I followed over the trail he had made to Adare House, and far back in the swamp I came upon them, waiting for him.

I passed myself off as my brother, and I tricked the man I was after.

We went a distance from the camp--alone--and I was choking the life from him, when the two others that were with him came upon us.

He was dying, M'sieur! He was black in the face, and his tongue was out.
Another second--two or three at the most--and I would have brought ruin upon every soul at Adare House.