"Halt!" commanded Brown. "Who or what have you got there, Stanley?"
"Stanley is my prisoner at present!" said a voice that Brown vaguely
recognized.
He stepped up closer, to make sure.
"What, you? Juggut Khan!"
"Aye, Brown sahib! Juggut Khan--with tidings, and a dead gray horse
on which to bear them! If this fool could only use his bayonet as
he can shoot, I think I would be dead too. His brains, though, are
all behind his right eye. Tie him up, where no little child can come
and make him prisoner!"
"Arrest that man!" commanded Brown, and two men detached themselves
from the end of the guard, and stood him between them, behind the line.
"Here's his rifle!" smiled Juggut Khan, and Brown received it with
an ill grace.
"How did you get past the other sentry?" he asked.
"Oh, easily! You English are only brave; you have no brains.
Sometimes one part of the rule is broken, but the other never. You
are not always brave!"
"I suppose you're angry because he killed your horse?"
"I am angry, Brown sahib, for greater happenings than that! The man
conceivably was right, since I did not halt for him, and I suppose
he had his orders.
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