The Rajah's Fortress — page 206: what you’re looking at

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THE RAJAH’S FORTRESS. 195 “No, you are not dreaming, Loyd Terril,” said Guy ina low voice. “It isan Englishman you see, and your brother Vance is close at hand.” The man shook off his stupor instantly, and with a quick motion tossed a bowl] of water on the blaz- ing fire. “ Inside, quick!” he whispered, and as Guy stepped across the threshold he clasped his hand in a grip like iron. ‘Thank God,” he whispered in a voice that trembled with emotion. ‘Thank . God that help has come at last. But how did you penetrate here?” he added in sudden alarm. “ You are a prisoner—an unfortunate wretch like myself ? ” ‘No; I am no prisoner,” said Guy. “But are we safe here ? ” “Safe? Yes. No one will come near for an hour or more.” He picked up a square of matting and hung it across the doorway. ‘Now tell me what this means, quick. You spoke of my brother. I had well-nigh forgot I ever had abrother. I recall him now, a slip of a lad with yellow hair and blue eyes. Do you mean to tell me that little Vance is in this barbarous country, even now close at hand? And you—you are an Englishman, are you not? A captain of Hussars, Isee by your uniform. I used to know so many brave soldiers at Rangoon. So long ago it seems now. Butit dazes me to seea British uniform in COLUM 1OOO SS co