No word was spoken of by any one, for the power of speech had left us.
The dying Quick opened his eyes, lifted his hand, upon which there was a ghastly sword-cut, to his forehead, as though to shade them from the light--ah! how well I recall that pathetic motion--and from beneath this screen stared at us a while.

Then he rose from the chair, touched his throat to show that he could not speak, as I suppose, saluted Orme, turned and pointed to Maqueda, and with a triumphant smile sank down and--died.
Such was the noble end of Sergeant Quick.
To describe what followed is not easy, for the scene was confused.

Also shock and sorrow have blurred its recollection in my mind.

I remember Maqueda and Orme falling into each other's arms before everybody.
I remember her drawing herself up in that imperial way of hers, and saying, as she pointed to the body of Quick: "There lies one who has shown us how to die.

This countryman of yours was a hero, O Oliver, and you should hold his memory in honour, since he saved me from worse than death." "What's the story ?" asked Orme of Higgs.
"A simple one enough," he answered.