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"
My
way
ran
down
a
dried-up
watercourse
,
which
we
hoped
would
screen
me
from
the
enemy
's
sentries
;
but
as
I
crept
round
the
corner
of
it
I
walked
right
into
six
of
them
,
who
were
crouching
down
in
the
dark
waiting
for
me
.
In
an
instant
I
was
stunned
with
a
blow
and
bound
hand
and
foot
.
But
the
real
blow
was
to
my
heart
and
not
to
my
head
,
for
as
I
came
to
and
listened
to
as
much
as
I
could
understand
of
their
talk
,
I
heard
enough
to
tell
me
that
my
comrade
,
the
very
man
who
had
arranged
the
way
I
was
to
take
,
had
betrayed
me
by
means
of
a
native
servant
into
the
hands
of
the
enemy
.
"
Well
,
there
's
no
need
for
me
to
dwell
on
that
part
of
it
.
You
know
now
what
James
Barclay
was
capable
of
.
Bhurtee
was
relieved
by
Neill
next
day
,
but
the
rebels
took
me
away
with
them
in
their
retreat
,
and
it
was
many
a
long
year
before
ever
I
saw
a
white
face
again
.
I
was
tortured
and
tried
to
get
away
,
and
was
captured
and
tortured
again
.
You
can
see
for
yourselves
the
state
in
which
I
was
left
.
Some
of
them
that
fled
into
Nepal
took
me
with
them
,
and
then
afterwards
I
was
up
past
Darjeeling
.
The
hill-folk
up
there
murdered
the
rebels
who
had
me
,
and
I
became
their
slave
for
a
time
until
I
escaped
;
but
instead
of
going
south
I
had
to
go
north
,
until
I
found
myself
among
the
Afghans
.
There
I
wandered
about
for
many
a
year
,
and
at
last
came
back
to
the
Punjab
,
where
I
lived
mostly
among
the
natives
and
picked
up
a
living
by
the
conjuring
tricks
that
I
had
learned
.
What
use
was
it
for
me
,
a
wretched
cripple
,
to
go
back
to
England
or
to
make
myself
known
to
my
old
comrades
?
Even
my
wish
for
revenge
would
not
make
me
do
that
.
I
had
rather
that
Nancy
and
my
old
pals
should
think
of
Harry
Wood
as
having
died
with
a
straight
back
,
than
see
him
living
and
crawling
with
a
stick
like
a
chimpanzee
.
They
never
doubted
that
I
was
dead
,
and
I
meant
that
they
never
should
.
I
heard
that
Barclay
had
married
Nancy
,
and
that
he
was
rising
rapidly
in
the
regiment
,
but
even
that
did
not
make
me
speak
.
"
But
when
one
gets
old
one
has
a
longing
for
home
.
For
years
I
've
been
dreaming
of
the
bright
green
fields
and
the
hedges
of
England
.
At
last
I
determined
to
see
them
before
I
died
.
I
saved
enough
to
bring
me
across
,
and
then
I
came
here
where
the
soldiers
are
,
for
I
know
their
ways
and
how
to
amuse
them
and
so
earn
enough
to
keep
me
.
"
"
Your
narrative
is
most
interesting
,
"
said
Sherlock
Holmes
.
"
I
have
already
heard
of
your
meeting
with
Mrs.
Barclay
,
and
your
mutual
recognition
.
You
then
,
as
I
understand
,
followed
her
home
and
saw
through
the
window
an
altercation
between
her
husband
and
her
,
in
which
she
doubtless
cast
his
conduct
to
you
in
his
teeth
.
Your
own
feelings
overcame
you
,
and
you
ran
across
the
lawn
and
broke
in
upon
them
.
"
"
I
did
,
sir
,
and
at
the
sight
of
me
he
looked
as
I
have
never
seen
a
man
look
before
,
and
over
he
went
with
his
head
on
the
fender
.
But
he
was
dead
before
he
fell
.
I
read
death
on
his
face
as
plain
as
I
can
read
that
text
over
the
fire
.
The
bare
sight
of
me
was
like
a
bullet
through
his
guilty
heart
.
"
"
And
then
?
"
"
Then
Nancy
fainted
,
and
I
caught
up
the
key
of
the
door
from
her
hand
,
intending
to
unlock
it
and
get
help
.
But
as
I
was
doing
it
it
seemed
to
me
better
to
leave
it
alone
and
get
away
,
for
the
thing
might
look
black
against
me
,
and
anyway
my
secret
would
be
out
if
I
were
taken
.
In
my
haste
I
thrust
the
key
into
my
pocket
,
and
dropped
my
stick
while
I
was
chasing
Teddy
,
who
had
run
up
the
curtain
.
When
I
got
him
into
his
box
,
from
which
he
had
slipped
,
I
was
off
as
fast
as
I
could
run
.
"
"
Who
's
Teddy
?
"
asked
Holmes
.
