At last, in front of a large villa, now a black and smoking skeleton, he leaped a wall, and found himself landed on a heap of corpses....

They were piled up against the garden fence for many yards.

The struggle had been fierce there some three hours before.
'Put me out of my misery! In mercy kill me!' moaned a voice beneath his feet.
Raphael looked down; the poor wretch was slashed and mutilated beyond all hope.
'Certainly, friend, if you wish it,' and he drew his dagger.

The poor fellow stretched out his throat, and awaited the stroke with a ghastly smile.

Raphael caught his eye; his heart failed him, and he rose.
'What do you advise, Bran ?' But the dog was far ahead, leaping and barking impatiently.
'I obey,' said Raphael; and he followed her, while the wounded man called piteously and upbraidingly after him.
'He will not have long to wait.