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THE RAJAH’S FORTRESS. 85 ily; and then forcing his way past Terril and Ca- rew, who had been aroused on Dalo’s arrival, and. who stood in the doorway listening to the story, he threw himself down inside on the pile of blankets. The friendship that had existed between Melton and Guy had been much closer than any one im- agined. Forbes’s bright, cheery nature had en- deared him to all, but Chutney had been his especial comrade, and many an evening they had spent in Guy’s quarters, talking over old friends at home and discussing plans for future campaigns. His death was a terrible blow, for Guy never thought of doubting Dalo’s story in the least par- ticular. He had perfect confidence in the Indian. Meanwhile Dalo’s dark eyes roved about him, and as he saw only too plainly that the town was completely in the hands of the British, a dark scowl overspread his features, followed by a look of rest- less anxiety. Muttering softly to himself, he cross- ed the square to the hospital, for his wounded arm had not been touched since the previous night. A few moments later Chutney was roused by a commotion outside in the court, and, compelled to place duty before sorrow, he reluctantly fastened on his sword and went out. Half a dozen native troops and hussars had brought in a prisoner, a tall, slim Chinaman, with his cue coiled on the back of his head, and one of the most villainous faces that Chinaman ever wore. “ This heathen was robbing the dead,” explained COLUM 1OOO SS co