The sight of the blood, together with Geronimo's piteous cries, struck me with anguish and horror.

I tottered so that I feared I would fall before completing the work; but happily I gained the strength to finish what I had commenced.

I pierced his throat with my poignard, and hushed his voice forever." "And is he really dead ?" "Not a drop of blood is left in his veins." Simon Turchi had recovered from his excessive emotion.

He arose and said: "I must wash the blood from my hands, and efface the least spot that might betray me.

Then I must go on Change and transact some business with people who will remember to have seen me there at that time.