terror passing through his body, the one time terror of the prison muttered insane, incoherent things.

Two guards pulled him to his knees. Others turned flashlights on his face—a face such as is seen in horrible nightmares; a ghastly f; partly covered with black mud; a i. id' face where it shown through the grime. The eyes were wide, protruding, glassy. See.' See.'” the convict rasped hoarsely, pointing a mud-smeared hand ut a dense black nook in the thicket; “See! He stands there and points at me—and laughs! U‘* .l#»t Shore*! He’s been in mv cell every night for weeks—laughing' at me! He sang a" death song to me—alwnvs sang—al¬ ways laughed! Wouldn't «let me sleep! He’* coming toward me! Stop him! Please—” Then another horrible shriek, a shud¬ der, a gasp, and the guards dropped the lifeless form of Malcolm Hulsey in the mud. By some .queer whim of fate, the speechless guard? involuntarily switch¬ ed off their flashlights. I’tter'darkness, utter silence enveloped them. Then a faint sound was heard. “Listen!” came the bourse voice of Guard Jerrv Clark. “Do vou hear it?’" Very little of it could" be heard. It was a faint sound and growing fainter.

Then it was gone, and all was still again.

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