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Again and again the wild shrieks like the howl of a mad thing rang through the long room and out into the night. With tear-filled eyes and heart torn with pity Wargrave looked down at him in silence. Ashraf Khan was one of his best men. "But where is the doctor sahib?" he asked the native officer suddenly. The subhedar stared and shook his head.
The Indian officer at his side answered in a low voice: "It is Ashraf Khan crying out in pain, Sahib. He is not yet dead." "Subhedar sahib, come with me," said Wargrave. We don't know yet if the missing sentry did the deed." The sight that met the subaltern's eyes was one that he was not easily to forget.
Frenzied with grief the sepoys bent over their officer lying motionless and apparently dead on the stone floor. They loved him. Many of them wept openly and unashamed. The subhedar knelt beside him and opened his shirt. The blood had soaked through the white mess-jacket that Wargrave wore. The native officer looked up into the ring of brown faces bent over him.
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