st, or pretended to do so; but, the moment they began to
grapple, he wheeled about, turning Colwan's back towards the entry, and
then cried out, 'Ah, hell has it! My friend, my friend!'

"That moment the fellow in black rushed from his cover with his drawn
rapier, and gave the brave young Dalcastle two deadly wounds in the
back, as quick as arm could thrust, both of which I thought pierced
through his body. He fell, and, rolling himself on his back, he
perceived who it was that had slain him thus foully, and said, with a
dying emphasis, which I never heard equalled, 'oh, dog of hell, it is
you who has done this!'

"He articulated some more, which I could not hear for other sounds;
for, the moment that the man in black inflicted the deadly wound, my
companion called out, 'That's unfair, you rip! That's damnable! to
strike a brave fellow behind! One at a time, you cowards!' etc., to all
which the unnatural fiend in the tartans answered with a loud exulting
laugh; and then, taking the poor paralysed murderer by the bow of the
arm, he hurried him in the dark entry once more, where I lost sight of
them for ever."

Before this time Mrs. Logan had risen up; and, when the narrator had
finished, she was standing with her arms stretched upwards at their
full length, and her visage turned down, on which were portrayed the
lines of the most absolute horror. "The dark suspicions of my late
benefactor have been just, and his last prediction is fulfilled," cried
she. "The murderer of the accomplished George Colwan has been his own
brother, set on, there is little doubt, by her who bare them both, and
her directing angel, the self-justified bigot. Aye, and yonder they
sit, enjoying the luxuries so dearly purchased, with perfect impunity!
If the Almighty do not hurl them down, blasted with shame and
confusion, there is no hope of retribution in this life. And, by His
might, I will be the agent to accomplish it! Why did the man not pursue
the foul murderers? Why did he not raise the alarm, and call the watch?"

"He? The wretch! He durst not move from the shelter he had obtained.
No, not for the soul of him. He was pursued for his life, at the moment
when he first flew into my arms. But I did not know it; no, I did not
then know him. May the curse of heaven, and the blight of hell, settle
on the detestable wretch! He pursue for the sake of justice! No; his
efforts have all been for evil, but never for good. But I raised the
alarm; mi