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THE RAJAH’S FORTRESS. 247 both arms around him and began by main force to drag him toward the door. He struggled des- perately, too angry to listen to reason. Twice he broke loose, but Dalo caught him each time, still imploring and begging him to make his escape, while Forbes looked on in wonder. “No,” shrieked Pandy. “ Release me. The dog shall die.” For answer Dalo clung the harder, but Pandy, with one mighty jerk, tore loose, leaving the half of his satin tunic fluttering in Dalo’s hands. His naked breast was revealed to Forbes, and there in the dim glow of the lamp was an odd blue mark on the bronze skin. In that instant all doubt fled from Forbes’s mind, and he knew the man before him was Nana Sahib indeed, the slaughterer of helpless women and chil- dren, the perpetrator of those fiendish deeds at Cawnpore and Lucknow. Melton was an Englishman and his mighty in- dignation swept away all caution, all consideration for his own safety. “ You fiend,” he cried wrathfully, pointing to the dacoit’s naked breast. ‘ Nana Sahib, I know you now !”’ The effect of those few words was marvelous. Dalo’s pale face darkened with hatred. He sprang forward. “ Your saber, quick!” he cried to Pandy. COLUM 1OOO SS co