We're going to know
in less than five minutes from now which of us two was justified.
There's one thing I know, though, without asking. There's one person,
and she a woman, who'll weep for me. Will anybody weep for you,
I wonder?"
A lantern waved wildly from the British camp, and Brown seized his
own lantern and signaled an answer.
"See that? That's to say, you glassy-eyed horror you, that our mutual
friend Juggut Khan has been seen emerging like a rat from a hole
in the wall. I'll give him and his party one more minute to get
clear. Then there's going to be a holocaust, my friend!"
He cocked his rifle, and examined the breech-bolt and the foresight
carefully. The fakir shuddered, evidently thinking that the charge
was intended for himself.
"No! It won't be that way. I know a better! I'm taking a leaf from
your book and doing harm by wholesale!"
Brown leaned down into the opening of the dome, and brought the rifle
to his shoulder. There was a chorus of yells from the prisoners,
and a noise like a wounded horse's scream from the fakir.
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