But, as the sergeant approached with a bandage for his eyes, the old negro regained his composure.
For the last time he drew himself to his full height; imperiously he waved the sergeant away, and his eyes met the gaze of his executioners unflinchingly.
"Ready!" came the voice of the sergeant.
"Take aim!"
"Fire!"
Without a murmur, Uncle Billy slid gently to the ground, his body riddled with bullets.
The sergeant hurried to his side, and placed a hand over his heart. As he did so, the body of the old negro twitched, and he made an effort to rise.
The sergeant caught the faint sound of his voice.
"I'se a-comin', massa; I'se a-co—" came the old voice in a low whisper; and Uncle Billy's body fell back inert.
The sergeant straightened up, and lifted his cap from his head.