Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 26, 2025
Why?" "Yesterday. Because her husband could not get to her himself, and since he and I knew each other, and he trusted me. I said to her, 'Memsahib! I have your husband's orders! She asked me 'What orders, Juggut Khan? I said, 'Why ask me, memsahib?
Next marched, or rather tiptoed, Sergeant Brown, followed by the other men in single file. In that order they hastened after Juggut Khan, through the darkness, across a dried-out moat and round the corner of a huge stone buttress. There they disappeared inside the wall, and a stone swung round and closed the gap behind the last of them.
Not one of them reached the ground alive, and in the darkness it must have been impossible for the mutineers below to divine how many were the granary's defenders. "That'll keep 'em quiet for a while, I'll wager! Now, quick, you men! Get down below, and follow Juggut Khan, and don't forget to shut the door tight on you.
"Come on, there! Lend a hand!" The prisoners and Brown's men and Juggut Khan and the Beluchi bent their backs above the lever, or hauled taut on the rope, and the fakir wriggled with some secret joke. "At the word three!" said Brown. "Then all together!" "One!" "Two!" The fakir writhed delightedly. He seemed more than ever like a wickedly malicious child. "Three!"
It fell in a woeful heap outside the general's quarters, and Juggut Khan all but as weary as the horse swung himself free, staggered past the sentry at the door and rapped with his hilt on the tough teak panel. They had to give him brandy and feed him before he could summon strength enough to tell what he had seen and heard and done. "And Brown stayed on at the crossroads?" "Aye, General sahib!
If we go the other way, though, I can lead the way myself, and we need only take the fakir to show us how to open the door." "Very well," said Brown. "Let's get a move on, though! I'm beginning to think that you're a better talker than a fighter, Juggut Khan!" "Yes, sahib? I trust there will be no fighting!"
It means that by some sixth sense a strong man and his men have discovered something that is good in each other. "You've made good time, friend Juggut Khan!" said Brown, advancing to meet him where the men and the fakir and the interpreter would not be able to Overhear. "Sahib, I killed one horse the horse you looted for me and I brought away two from Bholat.
I have done my duty to the Raj, and I now go about my own business." "And that is?" "To repay a debt that I owe the Raj, sahib!" "Your answers are rather unnecessarily evasive, Juggut Khan. Be good enough to explain yourself!" "I ride back to Jailpore, sahib. I would have stayed there, but it seemed right and soldierly to bring through the news first.
Tie him up, where no little child can come and make him prisoner!" "Arrest that man!" commanded Brown, and two men detached themselves from the end of the guard, and stood him between them, behind the line. "Here's his rifle!" smiled Juggut Khan, and Brown received it with an ill grace. "How did you get past the other sentry?" he asked. "Oh, easily! You English are only brave; you have no brains.
"Salaam, Juggut Khan! Take any food, or drink, or clothing that you want. Good-by, and your good luck ride with you. I feel like a murderer, but I know I've done the best that can be done!"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking