Presently his fingers began to pick
busily at the coverlet, and by
that sign I knew that his
end was at hand with the first suggestion of the
death-rattle in his throat he started up slightly, and
seemed to listen: then he said:
"A bugle?...... It is the
king! The drawbridge,
there! Man the battlements! - turn out the -"
He was getting up his last "effect"; but he never
finished it.