The Rajah's Fortress — page 303: what you’re looking at

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228 THE RAJAH’S FORTRESS. friendship had unawares sprung up between this brave, quiet Hindoo and the young English officer, a friendship that had been cemented by their com- mon perils. Jung shook each man’s hand in turn, and with a quiet ‘‘ Farewell, sahibs,’’ the guards led him away, and the iron door closed on him before they realized that he was gone. The imminence of their own fate was brought vividly before them by this little occurrence. ‘Poor Jung,’’ said Guy. ‘‘He was a brave fel- low. Why do you suppose they are taking him away, Loyd?’’ ‘‘They are going to shoot him probably,’’ an- swered Loyd, gloomily. ‘‘ Pandy reserves his ex- quisite tortures only for the English. However, Topee will probably taste some rare torments. He is a traitor, and Pandy will hold no punishment too severe for him.’’ ‘*The Chinaman’s fate lies at my door, too,’’ thought Guy, sadly. ‘‘But do you really think that Nana Sahib will kill Jung ?’’ he continued, present- ly. ‘‘You know they are both Hindoos.’’ Loyd laughed bitterly. ‘**Do you suppose Nana Sahib will allow any one to live who knows his secret ?’’ he replied. — ‘*This is horrible,’’ cried Guy, and rising up he paced up and down the dungeon, trying to collect his thoughts and prepare for the fate that was so close at hand. It was curious to note how differently each one was affected. Loyd assumed a coolness and reck- lessness that was only skin deep, for his face was pale, and his eyes were shaded by purple rings. Vance and Carew sat leaning against the wall, ap- parently watching the wounded man between them. Forbes was pacing the room tugging nervously at CONMUC WOO SS co