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THE RAJAH'S FORTRESS. 93 jovial, merry voice he loved to hear—a voice he could never hear again. He left the table early and sat down to write dispatches, for the steamer was going down the river that night, to return with more troops, as a general attack was shortly to be made on some other strongholds in the vicinity. It was dark when he joined Carew and Terril outside head- quarters, and at a signal they accompanied him into the square. The place was filled with stacked arms and glowing camp fires, for the native troops were quartered there. The town had settled down to perfect quiet and security, guarded on all sides by a double line of sentries. Lights shone in the hospital, where the wounded tossed uneasily on their cots and at times a mount- ed trooper galloped past, bound on some flying errand. They crossed the square, turned into the narrow street leading to the bridge, and came to a stand- still in the center. “ Now,” said Guy, in a@ very impressive tone, “our chance has come. That Chinaman is one of Pandy’s own men, and for the amount of the reward he will lead us to the chief's stronghold. You know what the perils are. Will you accom- pany me?” ‘“ Yes,” exclaimed Carew and Terrill in one voice. COLUM 1OOO SS co