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A chilling fear grew on them as they listened to this strange, mysterious sound. "Whatever it is, it is moving in a circle round the island," said Guy, "and keeping an equal distance from the shore." "You are right, Chutney," said the colonel, after a pause. "The sound was on our left a moment ago. Now it is on our right." The Greek was correct.

A great peace reigned in every heart, almost like the Sabbath peace coming into the middle of the week. 'If they had only taken my advice earlier, said Solomon Barzinsky to his wife, as he rolled his forkful of beef in the chutney. 'You can write to your father, Deborah, said Lazarus Levy, 'that we no longer need the superior reach-me-downs.

You mix the curry with the rice, when a whole trayful of condiments is offered to eat with it, things like very thin water biscuits, Bombay duck all sorts of chutney, and when you have mixed everything up together the result is one of the nicest dishes it has been my lot to taste. I begin to feel so excited about seeing Boggley. It is two years since he was home last.

Presently the colonel said, "You forget that we no longer have a canoe, Chutney. We are prisoners on this island." "But we have a raft," replied Guy, "and a good one, too. It would be much more convenient and comfortable to travel on." "Suppose we try it," said Forbes. "Anything to get away from this place." "We can't get into a worse hole, that's true," added the colonel.

"Chutney," Sir Arthur said one day, as he lit his cigar after dinner, "have you ever felt any desire to leave England and resume an adventurous life?" Chutney puffed a moment in silence. "Sometimes," he said finally. "Sometimes I feel as though I should enjoy laying aside home comforts, and, gun in hand, enter the trackless forests once more.

I see a bottle there on the captain's table. I think there is a second bottle at the smaller table. Just two doors up the street. Have the kindness to bring it to me." The steward left for the chutney, and Morris looking after him, saw that there was some discussion between him and the steward of the other table.

The Duke seemed a little annoyed that there was not a particular chutney in his curried kidneys, which I thought very rude in another person's house; and, as it was Friday, the Reverend Mr. Trench refused every dish in a loud voice, and then helped himself to a whole sole at the side-table. The food was lovely.

Melton sat up and leaned against the wall. "Where are we, Chutney?" he asked. "I don't know," answered Guy; "in some sort of prison, I suppose. Why hello, Melton, here are iron rings sunk in the floor all along the side." "That settles it, then," rejoined Melton. "This is Rao Khan's slave prison. I don't suppose there are many inmates now while the fair is going on."

Then they glanced eagerly overhead; and hailed Guy with shouts of joy. "Here, hoist me up," cried the colonel. "I'll take him up the torch." "No, I'll go!" exclaimed Forbes. "I'm a pretty expert climber, colonel, and won't run any risk." "Bless me!" ejaculated Sir Arthur. "Did that young man Chutney walk up the face of that wall? Why, he's a freak."

Chutney, still propped against the canoe, caught its full effect on his face. It stirred up the flickering spark of life within him and he opened his eyes; he thought he saw a faint gleam of daylight.