The Rajah's Fortress — page 211: what you’re looking at

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U0 THE RAJAH’S FORTRESS, CHAPTER XXIII. GUY MAKES A CLOSE SHAVE. “No! No! Not that!” cried Guy, staring around him helplessly. “ Hold on. I have it. You may be saved yet,” exclaimed Loyd. ‘“ Crouch down in that corner, beside the entrance. Don’t movea muscle for your life. Not asound, remember, or we are both lost men. Quick! quick! before itis too late ;” and, as Guy hastily obeyed orders and dropped into the corner, Loyd tossed the mat over him and witha quick movement swept half of the palm leaves from the floor on top of that. Nota moment toosoon, for footsteps sounded at the entrance, a glare of torches shone into the interior, and a harsh voice called distinctly, ‘* Sahib Terril.” Loyd came forward as calmly as possible, but his face was flushed and his eyes had a strange glitter. From the suffocating folds of the matting Guy listened with all his might. The torch bearers had plainly halted across the spring for half the hut was inshadow. The dacoit COLUM 1OOO SS co