"Dick Savage gave one proud and defiant laugh, and, bringing his tide hands over his hed he bit the rope with one mighty bite.
"'Ho! ho!' he cried, throwing back his proud hed, 'Ho, ho! You dirty dogs!'
"Then, draining to the dregs a large bottle of poison he had concealed in his busum he fell ded and lifless at there feet.'"
There was a timid knock at the door and William, scowling impatiently, rose to open it.
"What d'you want?" he said curtly.
A little voice answered from the dusk.
"It's me—Peggy. I've come to see how you are, William. They don't know I've come. I was awful sick after that seaweed this morning, William."
William looked at her with a superior frown.
"Go away," he said, "I'm busy."