"Toutou," answered the dying man, with sudden strength. "Tiger—that chap—others—against—him."
"But why? Why did he do it?"
Once more the smile of triumph in the eyes.
"Wouldn't—tell—him—treasure—said—torture—broke—away—Gypsies—"
Exhaustion overcame him. His eyes closed.
"Is he going?" I murmured.
Hugh crouched lower and held his watch-case to the blue lips. A mist clouded the polished surface.
"Give him time," he said. "Watty, who is Teuton!"
"Never 'eard of 'im, sir. Oh; Mister Hugh, sir, is 'is ludship—"
The gray eyes opened; the lips began to move.