The Rajah's Fortress — page 60: what you’re looking at

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THE RAJAH’S FORTRESS. 51 tured, captain, and when he gets over the shock of the concussion he will be all right.” “T hope so,” said Chutney, walking to the en- trance in response to a summons from Carew, who had just beckoned to him. *“ Look here, Guy,” said he, “Id like to know what’s going on down below. I heard distinctly a challenge from the sentinel a moment ago, and then loud talking. It has stopped now, and Hullo, who’s that?” A familiar figure stalked slowly up the steps out of the gloom, and held out both hands. ‘“’m infernally glad to see you fellows. Your stupid sentinel nearly puta bullet through me a moment ago.” “Forbes, by Jove!” they both exclaimed in wonder, and Forbes it really was, his uniform drip- ping wet, his helmet gone, his face stained with a mixture of blood and powder that the splashing of the water had resolved into grotesque streaks like that of an Indian in war paint. “ Yes, it’s I,” he said huskily. “I can hardly believe I’m here, though. Whew! what a time I’ve had,” and he sat down on the upper step and rubbed his face with a handkerchief Carew handed him. “ What’s the news?” Guy asked anxiously. “ And how under the sun did you get here?” “It’s bad,” said Melton, “very bad; but I say, Guy, fill your pipe and light it for me, will you? COLUM 1OOO SS co