Alfred Clarke, who had been ordered to take Martin's place on top of the block-house, paused a moment in silent sympathy.

When he saw that little hole in the bared chest, from which the blood welled up in an awful stream, he shuddered and passed on.

Betty looked up from her work and then turned away sick and faint.

Her mute lips moved as if in prayer.
Alice was left alone with her dying husband.

She tenderly supported his head on her bosom, leaned her face against his and kissed the cold, numb lips.