The Rajah's Fortress — page 126: what you’re looking at

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THE RAJAH’S FORTRESS. 117 ever. No further alarms disturbed his rest, and at daybreak Bolton called him. He was still sleepy, but curiosity got the better of laziness, and he quickly rose and made his simple preparations for breakfast. On his table stood a bowl of water a cake of soap and a towel. His one window opened ona very small courtyard that was inclosed with a strong palisade, not as he had supposed of bamboo, but built of heavy teak logs. Beyond he could only catch a glimpse of mountain peaks. He did not forget to give thanks for his wonderful deliverance twice over, and then he entered the sitting-room, as Bolton called it, where that individual was calmly reading what appeared to be a fresh morning paper, His host rose and shook hands with him. and then they entered the dining-room where McGore had prepared a tempting array. There was a huge venison steak, a platter of crispy fried fish, a dish of grapes, coffee, biscuit, and a bowl of oatmeal. McGore opened a can of condensed milk and handed it to Melton. “ Another scrimmage last night, Mike?” said Bolton. ‘There was, sorr; but there won’t be another for a while. The hathen with the jaw brakin’ name got a taste of the whip he’ll remember for a while.” “You mean Mombagole,” said Bolton. .* It’s a COLUM 1OOO SS co