The Rajah's Fortress — page 267: what you’re looking at

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254 THE RAJAH’S FORTIESS. hall had vanished, and protected by the darkness the enemy drew near enough to fire a straggling volley into the arsenal. Chauner uttered a sharp cry of pain and staggered against Carew. “ T’m hit,” he moaned, feebly. ‘ Don’t mind me, though, go ahead.” Topee and Wood had brought torches along, of some resinous wood, and now they lghted them. The powder smoke was still so thick that the walls could be but dimly seen. Carew tore down the soft curtains and placed Chauner gently upon them close to the wall. He was groaning. Nothing could be done for him now, cruel as 1t seemed. “ Attention,” cried Guy in clear, ringing tones. “ Waste no shots. Becool. You are fighting for your lives. And now advance and clear the cor- ridor. The prisoner must be saved.” They swept on to the door in a body, only to be greeted by a heavy fire from the enemy who seemed to be gathered in force without. Guy dropped but rose to his feet instantly. Loyd clapped his hand to his arm with a sharp cry. It was his left arm luckily. Then they emptied a return fire into the enemy that raked with deadly effect down the long cor- ridor and drove the foe to the farther end. It was a fearful moment. The smoke was dense and suffocating. The torches glared through it like street lamps in a heavy fog, cries and groans CONMUC WOO SS co