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"It is my son," the President cried bitterly, "and he is dead."
They were all gathered round the prostrate form which they had found underneath the deep shadow of the pine trees. Dene looked with grave pity at the man by his side. The President's head was bent, and he stood for a moment motionless. Rimarez was not pleasant to look upon. He was lying upon his back, and his face was like the face of a man who had died in mortal fear. There was no wound of any sort upon him, save a small hole just above his heart where the bullet had entered, nor were there any signs of disturbance on the cone-strewn sandy turf on which he lay. A slight smell of gunpowder still lingered upon the air. Deeper in the woods a bird was singing.