the point of my sword. I exclaimed uninterruptedly, "For God's sake, Lewis, desist, and hearken to me!" But all my entreaties were fruitless. He uttered dreadful curses, foaming and grinding his teeth. I disarmed him, at length, and flung his sword into the adjacent thicket. He looked up to heaven, and ejaculated the most shocking execrations.
Loud cries behind me now attracted my attention. I looked round, and discerned Bernhard's red coat through the gloom of night. He was wrestling with a white figure, and on the point of sinking to the ground. Now he actually dropt down. I hastened, half frantic, to assist him: a dagger glittered over his head in one hand of his antagonst, while the other endeavoured to stop his mouth with a handkerchief. I pierced his opponent in the first violence of my passion, and in that moment perceived that he was Amanuel. Tearing the bandage from his head, I beheld Alfonso, my faithful servant, at my feet.
END OF THE THIRD VOLUME.
