Finnerty, I say, mind my words; for" (here he uttered a most awful and terrific oath), "as I linger on this side of the grave, I 'll not leave him a blade of grass I can take from him."

His chest heaved with a convulsive spasm; his face became pale as death; his eyes fixed; he clutched eagerly at the bedclothes; and then, with a horrible cry, he fell back upon the pillow, as a faint stream of red blood trickled from his nostril and ran down his chin.

"It 's all over now!" whispered the doctor.

"Is he dead?" said Basset.

The other made no reply; but drawing the curtains close, he turned away, and they both moved noiselessly from the room.