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Updated: June 7, 2025
"You stand almost on the same spot where stood Almos; he dropped dead before me, and," raising his hand impressively, "I command you to do the same." Mustad obeyed. Again the faint report swept across the extent of jungle, travelling with almost the same speed as the bullet, which, like its predecessor, bored through the dusky chest of the victim and lost itself in the vegetation beyond.
It was a story of deep interest to all, and his account of his meeting with the faithless Mustad deeply stirred his master. "Despite my denunciation of the fellow I confess I had a lingering suspicion that I might have been mistaken; but all doubt now is removed. There is no native in all India to be more dreaded than he."
"What does it mean?" asked Mary. "It can have but one meaning: by some legerdemain, such as our own Indians show in telegraphing news from one mountain top to another, word has reached Mustad of what has taken place, and he has been called upon to join the faithful, and has been only too glad to do it." "I should think he would have attempted to do us harm before going."
A collision between them and the Ghoojurs was imminent. The latter acted as if their only interest lay in their prisoner. So far as she could judge no attention was paid to the rear, whence the danger of attack threatened. The place of Mustad, at the head, confirmed her suspicion that he had been playing the part of guide for the rest from the first.
As a consequence, he missed the latter, while the first emitted a screech, leaped high in air and sprawled forward on his face as dead as Julius Caesar. The fact that his pursuers were two in number led the young man to believe they were Mustad and his companion, whom he had heard in the house. A few minutes later he made another halt.
When Jack Everson demanded to know his identity the fellow replied in a low voice that was not lacking in a certain musical quality: "Mustad!" The young man half expected the answer. "What business brings you here?" "He is my master; I work for him. I have been to see my aged mother, who is very ill. I have just returned to serve my master." "That is not true!
Finally; when we had travelled six or seven miles, and the lake had wholly disappeared, I stopped and demanded where Sveen was. "Sveen is not on this road," he answered; "we are going to Mustad!" "But," I exclaimed, "we are bound for Sveen and Lillehammer!" "Oh," said he, with infuriating coolness, "you can go there afterwards!"
Mustad vigorously nodded his head and replied: "I shall wait, and my eyes will be filled with tears until I see the good man and his child again. When will they come to their home?" "Well, the best thing you can do is to wait here until you see them again." As Jack made this remark he took a quick step forward and picked up the revolver.
Moreover, with his knowledge, already gained, of Asiatic cunning, he ought to have reflected that if two of their dusky enemies were within the house there were likely to be others in the immediate neighborhood. It looked as if Mustad had entered the dwelling expecting to find the physician there.
You went away to bring some of your people to kill the doctor and his family." "Sahib does Mustad great wrong," replied that individual in a grieved voice. "I love my master and my mistress. I am not ungrateful. I would give my life sooner than harm a hair of their heads. Where have they gone?" It was the last question that removed all lingering doubt of the native's treachery.
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