The dying man lifted his hand and pointed it slowly, solemnly at his son—the son who sat opposite to him, laughing in his dying face. There was some awful meaning in Darkham's glazing eyes, as though he saw something beyond the idiot—something so horrible that it kept him alive in spite of nature. He struggled forward as though to address some one—some one Dillwyn could not see —but the struggle was too much for him, and he fell back.... Dillwyn caught him in his arms—he was dead.
A great shout rose from the idiot.
"Sho! Sho! Sho!" yelled he.
His mother was avenged.