Paces in Wilson's rear with his instruments and bandages in his hands. The deep stillness the peaceful moonlight the motionless figures made an impressive picture and the impending fatal possibilities augmented this impressiveness solemnity. Wilson's hand began to rise--slowly--still higher--still higher--in another moment: "Boom!" the first stroke of midnight swung up out of the distance; Angelo was off like a deer! "Oh you unspeakable traitor!" wailed his brother as they went soaring over the fence... read more
