For this is what he had seen: in the bed propped up stiffly against the pillow, and staring with dull, unseeing eyes into the corner, sat “The Man Who Knew not Fear.” Not a muscle had he moved since The Fool had left him six hours before.
One hand still held the silver-mounted revolver, while in the other were tightly clasped—six little leaden balls.
THE MAN AND THE BEAST.
THE MAN AND THE BEAST.[2]