Wully 



In vain she fought to hold him off, he would 

 soon have had her by the throat, when in rushed 

 Dorley. 



Straight at him, now in the same horrid sil- 

 ence sprang Wully, and savagely tore him again 

 and again before a deadly blow from the fagot- 

 hook disabled him, dashing him, gasping and 

 writhing, on the stone floor, desperate, and done 

 for, but game and defiant to the last. Another 

 quick blow scattered his brains on the hearth- 

 stone, where so long he had been a faithful 

 and honored retainer — and Wully, bright, fierce, 

 trusty, treacherous Wully, quivered a moment, 

 then straightened out, and lay forever still. 



)S^S^^)]|Puw>uiii''iM»''»"' l ''" llu «'Wi<inHiWlliWl<lt l * 



WKm7 v 



303 



