"There's other work to do." He gasped and was convulsed, but the pallor of his face was alive with fire from the distempered eyes.

He snatched from his breast the paper Charley had neglected to burn.

He thrust it into the Curb's hand.
"See--see!" he croaked.

"He is an infidel--black infidel--from hell!" His voice rose in a kind of shriek, piercing to every corner of the house.

He pointed at Charley with shaking finger.
"He wrote it there--on that paper.