The Rajah's Fortress — page 191: what you’re looking at

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180 THE RAJAH’S FORTRESS. The amazed dacoits recoiled in fright, and a general movement was begun to the far end of the court. It looked as though Mike’s plan had met with full success already, but the Irishman was not yet satisfied. With the last cord he jerked open the - door of the cage that held the rhinoceros. Goliah, as Mike had named him, was a sullen, vicious brute, whose temper had been by no means sweetened by confinement. When he saw his — bars slide slowly apart he raised his snout and sniffed the air. Perhaps he thought that open door was only a delusion, a dream that would vanish on close inspection. He advanced toward it with a leisurely air. No, it was no dream. The door was open. Goliah carefully put one foot on the ground and then another, and in a moment his whole bulk was out of the cage. Then the full realization of freedom burst on him. The pure open air, the breeze blowing from the mountains, only reminded him of what he had been missing for the past few weeks. His short hair bristled with anger. His wicked horn went down. He snuffed the atmosphere. He scented the beasts and made a move in that direction. Then the savage little eyes saw the moving figures of the men, his mortal enemies. He threw up his head with a defiant snort and dashed at a COLUM 1OOO SS co