Brown read the jerks, as
he could never have read writing, and a moment later he answered them.
"Now, down below, the lot of you! Give me your rifle, you. I'll
need it."
"Not coming, sir."
"Not yet. There's something else yet, and I can do it best. Besides,
some one has got to guard the causeway still. There might be a rush
again at any minute. Listen now. Obey Juggut Khan implicitly as
soon as you get down. His orders are my orders. Understand? Very
well, then. And you without a weapon, your job is to shut the door
that you leave the magazine by tight from the outside--d'you understand
me? Call up when you're all through the door, and then shut it tight!"
"But, how'll you get out, sir?"
"That's my business. One minute, though. Here they come again.
Get ready to fire another volley!"
The mutineers made another and a more determined rush up the causeway,
coming up it more than twenty strong, and at the double. Brown let
one volley loose in the midst of them, then led his men at the charge
down on them and drove them over the edge of the causeway by dint
of sheer impact and cold steel.
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