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 face, and then up at the man's hollow eyes and bloody head.

"Tony!" she cried. "Tony—you're hurt!"

She touched his head with her hand, but he threw it off.

"Never mind me," he said roughly.

"Look at her."

They carried Priscilla up-stairs and put her on her bed, leaving Mrs. Martin and the doctor there. Drake stumbled down-stairs and into his den, where he could be alone. Once there, he put his head in his hands and groaned: "God! she can not die, do you hear me? She can not die!" Over and over he cried out his defiance to the powers of life and death, until it became mechanical.

The door flew open and Peter burst in, white-eyed and haggard. "Damn you, Drake!" he cried. "Damn you! You've killed her—you've killed her!"

He threw himself down beside the table and burst into tears, but Drake said not a word.