The Rajah's Fortress — page 97: what you’re looking at

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88 THE RAJAH’S FORTRESS. The sergeant was about to pounce on him, and drag him off by main force, but Guy stepped for- ward and said briefly: ‘“Untie the fellow’s hands a moment.” Out of pure curiosity the other officers now came forward. Guy hardly knew his own motive for ordering the fellow’s hands to be unbound, but he watched him closely as the manacles were removed by the grumbling sergeant, who saw his chances for an execution growing slimmer. The Chinaman’s face lit up in an awful sem- blance of a smile. He wore short trousers of greasy linen, and a dirty blouse, much blood-stained. He fumbled about in his garments for an instant, and then, with a start of recollection, put his hands to his head, and rapidly uncoiling his cue, took from it a dirty, greasy wad of paper, and stuck it in his mouth while he carefully refastened his pigtail. Then he calmly handed it to Guy. “ Takee allee same,” he said with a smile. Guy hastily stepped back and shook his head, while every one laughed. The Chinaman, in no wise discomfited, proceeded with much caution to unroll his precious paper himself. Fold after fold was duly straightened out, and finally with a flourish he tore the last flap wide open and held up tothe eyes of his audience a badly COLUM 1OOO SS co