The others prayed. But she refused to pray. She felt angry--not
prayerful! Had she come nine thousand miles, and sacrificed six good
years of youth and youth's heritage, to be cast into a reeking dungeon
and left to die there in the dark? Not if Bill should know of it!
And so she changed her argument, and prayed for Bill. If only Bill
knew--straight-backed, honest, stiff-chinned, uncompromising, plain
Bill Brown. He would change things!
"Oh, Bill! Bill! Bill!" she sobbed. "Dear God, bring Bill to me!"
VII.
When a man knows what is out against him, and from which direction
he may look to meet death, he only needs to be a very ordinary man
to make at least a gallant showing. Gallery or no gallery to watch,
given responsibility and trained men under hire, not one man in a
thousand will fail to face death with dignity.
But Brown knew practically nothing, and understood still less, of
what was happening. He had Juggut Khan's word for it that Jailpore
was in flames, and that all save four of its European population
had been killed.
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