The dying slave boy drinks just one gulp of the water. Again the white eyes are turned towards Harry, again the lips are parted in a smile—and then he is still.
For ever still.
Perhaps it is because Harry was nervous and ill; but he cannot prevent a gush of tears to his eyes as he bends over this murdered boy.
“What a demon’s heart the man must have to commit a sin like this!”
Book Three—Chapter Six.
The Land of Depopulation—In a Beast-Haunted Wilderness—A Mystery—A Strange King.
Three months have elapsed since the night Harry found the dying slave lad on the grass, near the old camp-fire Harry is as strong now as ever. Nay, he is even stronger. He has had a birthday since then, and now in his own mind calls himself a man.
He is a man in heart at all events, a man in pluck and a man in manliness.