"Mind your own business, Hugh, and I'll mind mine," was the only reply
given him.

Felix walked on by making a small circuit out of the direct path, for
he was anxious not only to proceed quickly, as his time was limited, but
above all things, to avoid a collision with his brother.

[Illustration: PAGE 75-- Felix fell forward in an instant]

The characteristic fury of the latter shot out in a burst that resembled
momentary madness as much as rage. "Is that my answer?" he shouted, in
the hoarse, quivering accents of passion; and with the rapid energy of
the dark impulse which guided him, he snatched up a stone from a ditch,
and flung it at his brother, whose back was towards him. Felix fell
forward in an instant, but betrayed after his fall no symptoms of
motion--the stillness of apparent death was in every limb. Hugh, after
the blow had been given, stood rooted to the earth, and looked as if the
demon which possessed him had fled the moment the fearful act had been
committed. His now bloodless lips quivered, his frame became relaxed,
and the wild tremor of horrible apprehension shook him from limb to
limb. Immediately a fearful cry was heard far over the field's, and the
words--"Oh! yeah! yeah, yeah, Felix, my brother, agra, can't you spake
to me?" struck upon the heart of Maura and the servant-men, with a
feeling of dismay, deep and deadly.

"O God!" she exclaimed, with clasped hands and upturned eyes, "O God! my
boy, my boy--Felix, Felix, what has happened to you?"

Again the agonized cry of the brother was heard loud and frantic.