MacDougall toppled back with a hollow groan, blood spurting from his mouth and nose.

Nathaniel turned coolly to the four rifles leveled at his breast.
"A pretty puppet to do the king's commands!" he cried.

"If there's a man among you let him finish the work!" Jeekum had fallen upon his knees beside the whipper.
"Great God!" he shrieked.

"You've killed, him! You've stove in the side of his head!" There was a sudden commotion in the corridor.

A terrible voice boomed forth in a roar.
"Let me in!" Strang stood in the door.