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A camp-fire flickered near, lighting the gray side of the little stone house where the balloon was kept. There were sounds deep, guttural voices raised in dispute or threats; he saw a group of shadowy men, swaying, pushing, crowding under the trees. The firelight glimmered on a gilt button here and there, on a sabre-hilt, on polished schapskas and gold-scaled chin-guards.
"No," said the lawyer; "but I should like to be known as the best player of Napoleon solitaire." A sabre-hilt rapped on the door. "Enter," cried the commandant. The door opened, and there entered first the sharp cries of the mob, and then the corporal, Abdullah, a woman clothed all in white, the oukil, and, last of all, Mirza. The moment she was within the room she dominated it.
If they cannot, then I am for Rajputana, not India India may burn or rot or burst to pieces, so long as Rajputana stands! But " He paused a moment, and looked at each man in turn, and tapped his sabre-hilt, " if a Cunnigan-bahadur were among us a man whom I could trust to lead me and mine and every man I would lend him my sword for the sheer honor of helping him hack truth out of corruption!
"It is this way," said Mahommed Gunga, standing straddle-legged to face all five of them, with his back to the window. He stroked his black beard upward with one hand and fingered with the other at his sabre-hilt. "Without aid when the hour does come, the English will be smashed worn down starved out surrounded stamped out annihilated so!"
The Protector of the Poor knows the fitting words to be said. Holden had learned them once with little thought that he would ever speak them in earnest. The touch of the cold sabre-hilt in his palm turned suddenly to the clinging grip of the child upstairs the child that was his own son and a dread of loss filled him. 'Strike! said Pir Khan.
Now I understand your beauty Angel of Death." "Are you Major Moray?" She could scarcely speak. He smiled, glanced at the two troopers, and shrugged his shoulders. Then, like a flash his hand fell to his holster, and it was empty; and his pistol glimmered in her hand. "For God's sake don't touch your sabre-hilt!" she said.... "Unclasp your belt! Let it fall!"
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