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Updated: June 26, 2025
Keep an eye on both. The remainder form two-deep. Right turn! By the left, quick-march! Left wheel!... Now," he said, turning to Juggut Khan, "if you'll come along I'll soon get a horse for you!"
"Stanley is my prisoner at present!" said a voice that Brown vaguely recognized. He stepped up closer, to make sure. "What, you? Juggut Khan!" "Aye, Brown sahib! Juggut Khan with tidings, and a dead gray horse on which to bear them! If this fool could only use his bayonet as he can shoot, I think I would be dead too. His brains, though, are all behind his right eye.
I'd have liked to see England just once again I would indeed. If I could only see her just once. If I'd a letter from her, or her picture. This is a rotten, rat-in-a-hole, lonely, uncreditable way to die! I wish Juggut Khan were here. I'd have somebody to help me keep my good courage up in that case."
He would obey his orders, and they theirs, and the rest was no business of his or anybody's. They put the fakir in a hut; where Juggut Khan too weary for foraging stood guard over him. When a crowd collected round the hut, and Juggut Khan applied the butt of a lighted cigarette to the tender skin between the fakir's shoulder-blades, the anxious fakir-worshipers were told that all was well.
"There's a trick to it," said Juggut Khan, panting too, for the battle had been fierce and furious while it lasted. "The fakir knows the trick. It is heavy, in any case. But, if we make him tell us, we can manage it." There followed delay while the fakir was induced to forego the pleasure of a sulking fit.
The native barracks at Jailpore have been burned, and all the English officers are killed or so says Juggut Khan. He's riding on, to carry the news to General Baines. He says that the mutineers are planning to come along this way some time within the next few hours!" "What are we going to do, then?" "That's my business! I'm in command here!" "Yes, but, Sergeant aren't you going back to Bholat?
As it is, if your honor should see fit to turn the bullocks loose, and tie the fakir fast between two men and follow me, it seems to me dark enough by now, and I know the way. Might I furthermore suggest that the ammunition-box would make a reasonable load for another two men?" "Hadn't we better bring our rifles too?" asked Brown sarcastically. "Upon my honor, Juggut Khan! You're getting childish!
"If what he says is true," said Brown, as the clattering hoof-beats died away, "and I'm game to take my oath he wouldn't lie to me, I'd give more than a little to have him with me for the next few hours!" The men came clustering round him now, anxious for an explanation. They had held their tongues while Juggut Khan was there, because they happened to know Brown too well to do otherwise.
The door of the cell stood open, and there was no sign of any fakir, or of any one who might have helped him go nothing but an empty cell, with the haunting smell of the fakir still abiding in it. Bill Brown spat, and closed the cell-door. "I'm thinking that Juggut Khan told nothing but the truth," he muttered. "Things look right, don't they, if that's so! Obey, Obey!
Brown was studying out the letter word by word, and discovering to his amazement that its purport was exactly what Juggut Khan pretended. "If there are no more than eleven of us, then yes, eleven! And, sahib, since you seem to hold at least an island here where a man may lie down unmolested, I propose to sleep for an hour or two, before proceeding. I have had no sleep since I left Jailpore."
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