"Here is what you want," he said. "Make an end."
The distracted wretch reached out wildly, seized the pistol, that Marbury put into his hand, and instantly sent the ball into his brain.
"Dig a trench back of the park and bury them," Marbury directed, when they had viewed the last, and turned back to the house. And the blacks, straightway, began to do as they were commanded.
"Here endeth the reading of the lesson!" commented Parkington.
"And may the next one be forever postponed," added Plater.
"Amen!" said the rest, speaking as one man.
"It is a pity, now, the ladies were put to the bother of riding away," Parkington reflected.
The others stared at him and were silent, except Herford, who gave a little, scornful laugh.
"I think they would have enjoyed the outcome," Parkington went on; "and then, it would have given Captain Herford the opportunity to pose as a hero, in ipso actu."