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'
But
it
had
been
taken
,
though
.
That
had
been
his
idea
.
He
had
mounted
Doramin
's
old
ordnance
on
the
top
of
that
hill
;
two
rusty
iron
7-pounders
,
a
lot
of
small
brass
cannon
--
currency
cannon
.
But
if
the
brass
guns
represent
wealth
,
they
can
also
,
when
crammed
recklessly
to
the
muzzle
,
send
a
solid
shot
to
some
little
distance
.
The
thing
was
to
get
them
up
there
.
He
showed
me
where
he
had
fastened
the
cables
,
explained
how
he
had
improvised
a
rude
capstan
out
of
a
hollowed
log
turning
upon
a
pointed
stake
,
indicated
with
the
bowl
of
his
pipe
the
outline
of
the
earthwork
.
The
last
hundred
feet
of
the
ascent
had
been
the
most
difficult
.
He
had
made
himself
responsible
for
success
on
his
own
head
.
He
had
induced
the
war
party
to
work
hard
all
night
.
Big
fires
lighted
at
intervals
blazed
all
down
the
slope
,
"
but
up
here
,
"
he
explained
,
"
the
hoisting
gang
had
to
fly
around
in
the
dark
.
"
From
the
top
he
saw
men
moving
on
the
hillside
like
ants
at
work
.
He
himself
on
that
night
had
kept
on
rushing
down
and
climbing
up
like
a
squirrel
,
directing
,
encouraging
,
watching
all
along
the
line
.
Old
Doramin
had
himself
carried
up
the
hill
in
his
arm-chair
.
They
put
him
down
on
the
level
place
upon
the
slope
,
and
he
sat
there
in
the
light
of
one
of
the
big
fires
--
"
amazing
old
chap
--
real
old
chieftain
,
"
said
Jim
,
"
with
his
little
fierce
eyes
--
a
pair
of
immense
flintlock
pistols
on
his
knees
.
Magnificent
things
,
ebony
,
silver-mounted
,
with
beautiful
locks
and
a
calibre
like
an
old
blunderbuss
.
A
present
from
Stein
,
it
seems
--
in
exchange
for
that
ring
,
you
know
.
Used
to
belong
to
good
old
McNeil
.
God
only
knows
how
he
came
by
them
.
There
he
sat
,
moving
neither
hand
nor
foot
,
a
flame
of
dry
brushwood
behind
him
,
and
lots
of
people
rushing
about
,
shouting
and
pulling
round
him
--
the
most
solemn
,
imposing
old
chap
you
can
imagine
.
He
would
n't
have
had
much
chance
if
Sherif
Ali
had
let
his
infernal
crew
loose
at
us
and
stampeded
my
lot
.
Eh
?
Anyhow
,
he
had
come
up
there
to
die
if
anything
went
wrong
.
No
mistake
!
Jove
!
It
thrilled
me
to
see
him
there
--
like
a
rock
.
But
the
Sherif
must
have
thought
us
mad
,
and
never
troubled
to
come
and
see
how
we
got
on
.
Nobody
believed
it
could
be
done
.
Why
!
I
think
the
very
chaps
who
pulled
and
shoved
and
sweated
over
it
did
not
believe
it
could
be
done
!
Upon
my
word
I
do
n't
think
they
did
...
"
'
He
stood
erect
,
the
smouldering
brier-wood
in
his
clutch
,
with
a
smile
on
his
lips
and
a
sparkle
in
his
boyish
eyes
I
sat
on
the
stump
of
a
tree
at
his
feet
,
and
below
us
stretched
the
land
,
the
great
expanse
of
the
forests
,
sombre
under
the
sunshine
,
rolling
like
a
sea
,
with
glints
of
winding
rivers
,
the
grey
spots
of
villages
,
and
here
and
there
a
clearing
,
like
an
islet
of
light
amongst
the
dark
waves
of
continuous
tree-tops
.
A
brooding
gloom
lay
over
this
vast
and
monotonous
landscape
;
the
light
fell
on
it
as
if
into
an
abyss
.
The
land
devoured
the
sunshine
;
only
far
off
,
along
the
coast
,
the
empty
ocean
,
smooth
and
polished
within
the
faint
haze
,
seemed
to
rise
up
to
the
sky
in
a
wall
of
steel
.
'
And
there
I
was
with
him
,
high
in
the
sunshine
on
the
top
of
that
historic
hill
of
his
.
He
dominated
the
forest
,
the
secular
doom
,
the
old
mankind
.
He
was
like
a
figure
set
up
on
a
pedestal
,
to
represent
in
his
persistent
youth
the
power
,
and
perhaps
the
virtues
,
of
races
that
never
grow
old
,
that
have
emerged
from
the
gloom
.
I
do
n't
know
why
he
should
always
have
appeared
to
me
symbolic
.
Perhaps
this
is
the
real
cause
of
my
interest
in
his
fate
.
I
do
n't
know
whether
it
was
exactly
fair
to
him
to
remember
the
incident
which
had
given
a
new
direction
to
his
life
,
but
at
that
very
moment
I
remembered
very
distinctly
.
It
was
like
a
shadow
in
the
light
.
'
'
Already
the
legend
had
gifted
him
with
supernatural
powers
.
Yes
,
it
was
said
,
there
had
been
many
ropes
cunningly
disposed
,
and
a
strange
contrivance
that
turned
by
the
efforts
of
many
men
,
and
each
gun
went
up
tearing
slowly
through
the
bushes
,
like
a
wild
pig
rooting
its
way
in
the
undergrowth
,
but
...
and
the
wisest
shook
their
heads
.
There
was
something
occult
in
all
this
,
no
doubt
;
for
what
is
the
strength
of
ropes
and
of
men
's
arms
?
There
is
a
rebellious
soul
in
things
which
must
be
overcome
by
powerful
charms
and
incantations
.
Thus
old
Sura
--
a
very
respectable
house-holder
of
Patusan
--
with
whom
I
had
a
quiet
chat
one
evening
.
However
,
Sura
was
a
professional
sorcerer
also
,
who
attended
all
the
rice
sowings
and
reapings
for
miles
around
for
the
purpose
of
subduing
the
stubborn
souls
of
things
.
This
occupation
he
seemed
to
think
a
most
arduous
one
,
and
perhaps
the
souls
of
things
are
more
stubborn
than
the
souls
of
men
.
As
to
the
simple
folk
of
outlying
villages
,
they
believed
and
said
(
as
the
most
natural
thing
in
the
world
)
that
Jim
had
carried
the
guns
up
the
hill
on
his
back
--
two
at
a
time
.
'
This
would
make
Jim
stamp
his
foot
in
vexation
and
exclaim
with
an
exasperated
little
laugh
,
"
What
can
you
do
with
such
silly
beggars
?
They
will
sit
up
half
the
night
talking
bally
rot
,
and
the
greater
the
lie
the
more
they
seem
to
like
it
.
"
You
could
trace
the
subtle
influence
of
his
surroundings
in
this
irritation
.
It
was
part
of
his
captivity
.
The
earnestness
of
his
denials
was
amusing
,
and
at
last
I
said
,
"
My
dear
fellow
,
you
do
n't
suppose
I
believe
this
.
"
He
looked
at
me
quite
startled
.
"
Well
,
no
!
I
suppose
not
,
"
he
said
,
and
burst
into
a
Homeric
peal
of
laughter
.
"
Well
,
anyhow
the
guns
were
there
,
and
went
off
all
together
at
sunrise
.
Jove
!
You
should
have
seen
the
splinters
fly
,
"
he
cried
.
By
his
side
Dain
Waris
,
listening
with
a
quiet
smile
,
dropped
his
eyelids
and
shuffled
his
feet
a
little
.
It
appears
that
the
success
in
mounting
the
guns
had
given
Jim
's
people
such
a
feeling
of
confidence
that
he
ventured
to
leave
the
battery
under
charge
of
two
elderly
Bugis
who
had
seen
some
fighting
in
their
day
,
and
went
to
join
Dain
Waris
and
the
storming
party
who
were
concealed
in
the
ravine
.
In
the
small
hours
they
began
creeping
up
,
and
when
two-thirds
of
the
way
up
,
lay
in
the
wet
grass
waiting
for
the
appearance
of
the
sun
,
which
was
the
agreed
signal
.
He
told
me
with
what
impatient
anguishing
emotion
he
watched
the
swift
coming
of
the
dawn
;
how
,
heated
with
the
work
and
the
climbing
,
he
felt
the
cold
dew
chilling
his
very
bones
;
how
afraid
he
was
he
would
begin
to
shiver
and
shake
like
a
leaf
before
the
time
came
for
the
advance
.
"
It
was
the
slowest
half-hour
in
my
life
,
"
he
declared
.
Gradually
the
silent
stockade
came
out
on
the
sky
above
him
.
Men
scattered
all
down
the
slope
were
crouching
amongst
the
dark
stones
and
dripping
bushes
.
Dain
Waris
was
lying
flattened
by
his
side
.
"
We
looked
at
each
other
,
"
Jim
said
,
resting
a
gentle
hand
on
his
friend
's
shoulder
.
"
He
smiled
ar
me
as
cheery
as
you
please
,
and
I
dared
not
stir
my
lips
for
fear
I
would
break
out
into
a
shivering
fit
.
'
Pon
my
word
,
it
's
true
!
I
had
been
streaming
with
perspiration
when
we
took
cover
--
so
you
may
imagine
...
"
He
declared
,
and
I
believe
him
,
that
he
had
no
fears
as
to
the
result
.
He
was
only
anxious
as
to
his
ability
to
repress
these
shivers
.
He
did
n't
bother
about
the
result
.
He
was
bound
to
get
to
the
top
of
that
hill
and
stay
there
,
whatever
might
happen
.
There
could
be
no
going
back
for
him
.
Those
people
had
trusted
him
implicitly
.
Him
alone
!
His
bare
word
...
'
I
remember
how
,
at
this
point
,
he
paused
with
his
eyes
fixed
upon
me
.
"
As
far
as
he
knew
,
they
never
had
an
occasion
to
regret
it
yet
,
"
he
said
.
"
Never
.
He
hoped
to
God
they
never
would
.
Meantime
--
worse
luck
!
--
they
had
got
into
the
habit
of
taking
his
word
for
anything
and
everything
.
I
could
have
no
idea
!
Why
,
only
the
other
day
an
old
fool
he
had
never
seen
in
his
life
came
from
some
village
miles
away
to
find
out
if
he
should
divorce
his
wife
.
Fact
.
Solemn
word
.
That
's
the
sort
of
thing
...
He
would
n't
have
believed
it
.
Would
I
?
Squatted
on
the
verandah
chewing
betel-nut
,
sighing
and
spitting
all
over
the
place
for
more
than
an
hour
,
and
as
glum
as
an
undertaker
before
he
came
out
with
that
dashed
conundrum
.
That
's
the
kind
of
thing
that
is
n't
so
funny
as
it
looks
.
What
was
a
fellow
to
say
?
--
Good
wife
?
--
Yes
.
Good
wife
--
old
though
.
Started
a
confounded
long
story
about
some
brass
pots
.
