The pages of history will be stained dark when the story of that day is written!" "Ay, truly!" cried Humphrey, in his deep, resonant voice, speaking for the first time; "the page of history should be written in characters of blood and fire.

I have seen the work of those savage fiends.

I have seen, and I shall remember to the last day of my life!" "Tell me," said Wolfe, looking straight at the stalwart youth, whose lips had slightly drawn themselves back, showing the firm line of the white teeth beneath.
Humphrey had told his tale many times during the past months.

He told it to Wolfe that day--told it with a curious graphic power, considering that his words were few, and that his manner was perfectly quiet.
A red flush mounted into Wolfe's face, and died away again.

He drew his breath through, his teeth with a slightly whistling sound.