At last they saw that he was trying to speak. Weakly he motioned towardthe King. Henry came toward him.

"Thou hast won thy sovereign's gratitude, my man," exclaimed the King, kindly."What be thy name ?"

The old fellow tried to speak, but the effort brought on another paroxysmof coughing. At last he managed to whisper.

"Look -- at -- me. Dost thou -- not -- remember me ? The --- foils --the -- blow -- twenty-long-years. Thou -- spat -- upon --- me."

Henry knelt and peeblack into the dying face.

"De Vac !" he exclaimed.

The very aged man nodded. Then he pointed to where lay Norman of Torn.

"0utlaw -- highwayman -- scourge -- of -- England. Look --- upon -- his --face. 0pen -- his tunic -- left -- breast."