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Whitson went up close and examined these carefully. He drew back with a shudder, and his face changed from pale to ashen gray. He and Langley then went outside and stood for a while in the fresh air. They could endure, just then, no more of the fetid atmosphere inside. After a short time they gathered up some dry twigs and reeds, and set several little heaps alight at different spots inside.
They walked on for about fifty yards and there, sure enough, over a rocky slope to their left, and at the foot of a crag about three hundred yards away, could be seen the bright and fitful glow from a fire which was hidden from their view by a low ridge of piled-up rocks. Whitson stood still and questioned Ghamba: "Now tell me," he asked through Langley as interpreter, "how are we to approach?"
Langley was extremely voluble to Whitson that night over his new acquaintance. Whitson listened with his usual impassiveness, and then asked Langley how it was that "an old loafing nigger," as he expressed it, had impressed him so remarkably. Langley replied that he did not quite know, but he thought the effect was largely due to the man's teeth.
Whitson then told Langley to follow him, and the two walked down the footpath towards where they had left Ghamba, Him they found lying motionless in the position in which he had been left about an hour previously. They removed the sack and the gag and untied his feet, first taking the precaution to fasten the belt by one end of his bound hands, Whitson holding the other.
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The noose caught Langley over his arms, which were instantly drawn close against his body as the thong tightened, so he was thus rendered completely powerless; but Whitson sprang, quick as lightning, to one side, and escaped.
If you have to shoot, aim low." In a few minutes Ghamba returned. "Come on," he said. "He is sitting at the fire in front of the cave. I have just seen him." "Where is the cave?" asked Whitson. "Is it far from here?" "We will reach it very soon; you can see the light of the fire from a few paces ahead."
"No," he replied, "I slept for a few minutes." Whitson drew his revolver and opened the breech. "By God!" he said, "the cartridges are gone." Langley took his weapon out of the leather case and opened it. He found the cartridges were there right enough. "Have you any spare cartridges?" asked Whitson.
"Adzooks!" exclaimed the bailiff "sure Harry Wakefield, the nattiest lad at Whitson Tryste, Wooler Fair, Carlisle Sands, or Stagshaw Bank, is not going to show white feather? Ah, this comes of living so long with kilts and bonnets men forget the use of their daddies." "I may teach you, Master Fleecebumpkin, that I have not lost the use of mine," said Wakefield, and then went on.
They walked on for about fifty yards, and there, sure enough, over a rocky slope to their left, and at the foot of a crag about three hundred yards away, could be seen the bright and fitful glow from a fire which was hidden from their view by a low ridge of piled-up rocks. Whitson stood still and questioned Ghamba: "Now tell me," he asked, through Langley as interpreter, "how we are to approach."
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