Bill Brown spat, and closed the cell-door.
"I'm thinking that Juggut Khan told nothing but the truth," he muttered.
"Things look right, don't they, if that's so! Obey, Obey! I'd have
liked to see England just once again--I would indeed. If I could
only see her just once. If I'd a letter from her, or her picture.
This is a rotten, rat-in-a-hole, lonely, uncreditable way to die!
I wish Juggut Khan were here. I'd have somebody to help me keep my
good courage up in that case."
The lock on the cell-door was broken, so he only closed it, then started
back toward the guardroom.
"Three rifles, and three ammunition pouches gone!" he muttered. "That's
three weapons they've got, in any case. A hornet's nest'd be better
stopping in than this place."
He overtook the men who were carrying in the nail-killed sentry, and
he saw that their faces were drawn and white. So were those of the
other men, who were clustered in the guardroom door.
"What next, Sergeant? Hadn't we better be quick? Why not burn the
place? That'd do instead o' buryin' the dead ones, and it'd give
us a light to get away by.
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