The marines had gathered about in an awe-struck circle.
A slight foam gathered upon the count's lips. He opened his eyes.
"It grows dark," he whispered. "Good-night, gentlemen!"
He stiffened himself suddenly, and stood boldly erect, gazing past the circle of men.
"Vive Poltavo!" he cried, in a loud, clear voice, and fell backward into their arms.
THE END