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'
Suddenly
he
leaped
to
his
feet
;
at
once
she
put
into
his
hand
a
revolver
,
his
own
revolver
,
which
had
been
hanging
on
a
nail
,
but
loaded
this
time
.
He
gripped
it
in
silence
,
bewildered
,
blinking
in
the
light
.
He
wondered
what
he
could
do
for
her
.
'
She
asked
rapidly
and
very
low
,
"
Can
you
face
four
men
with
this
?
"
He
laughed
while
narrating
this
part
at
the
recollection
of
his
polite
alacrity
.
It
seems
he
made
a
great
display
of
it
.
"
Certainly
--
of
course
--
certainly
--
command
me
.
"
He
was
not
properly
awake
,
and
had
a
notion
of
being
very
civil
in
these
extraordinary
circumstances
,
of
showing
his
unquestioning
,
devoted
readiness
.
She
left
the
room
,
and
he
followed
her
;
in
the
passage
they
disturbed
an
old
hag
who
did
the
casual
cooking
of
the
household
,
though
she
was
so
decrepit
as
to
be
hardly
able
to
understand
human
speech
.
She
got
up
and
hobbled
behind
them
,
mumbling
toothlessly
.
On
the
verandah
a
hammock
of
sail-cloth
,
belonging
to
Cornelius
,
swayed
lightly
to
the
touch
of
Jim
's
elbow
.
It
was
empty
.
'
The
Patusan
establishment
,
like
all
the
posts
of
Stein
's
Trading
Company
,
had
originally
consisted
of
four
buildings
.
Two
of
them
were
represented
by
two
heaps
of
sticks
,
broken
bamboos
,
rotten
thatch
,
over
which
the
four
corner-posts
of
hardwood
leaned
sadly
at
different
angles
:
the
principal
storeroom
,
however
,
stood
yet
,
facing
the
agent
's
house
.
It
was
an
oblong
hut
,
built
of
mud
and
clay
;
it
had
at
one
end
a
wide
door
of
stout
planking
,
which
so
far
had
not
come
off
the
hinges
,
and
in
one
of
the
side
walls
there
was
a
square
aperture
,
a
sort
of
window
,
with
three
wooden
bars
.
Before
descending
the
few
steps
the
girl
turned
her
face
over
her
shoulder
and
said
quickly
,
"
You
were
to
be
set
upon
while
you
slept
.
"
Jim
tells
me
he
experienced
a
sense
of
deception
.
It
was
the
old
story
.
He
was
weary
of
these
attempts
upon
his
life
.
He
had
had
his
fill
of
these
alarms
.
He
was
sick
of
them
.
He
assured
me
he
was
angry
with
the
girl
for
deceiving
him
.
He
had
followed
her
under
the
impression
that
it
was
she
who
wanted
his
help
,
and
now
he
had
half
a
mind
to
turn
on
his
heel
and
go
back
in
disgust
.
"
Do
you
know
,
"
he
commented
profoundly
,
"
I
rather
think
I
was
not
quite
myself
for
whole
weeks
on
end
about
that
time
.
"
"
Oh
yes
.
You
were
though
,
"
I
could
n't
help
contradicting
.
'
But
she
moved
on
swiftly
,
and
he
followed
her
into
the
courtyard
.
All
its
fences
had
fallen
in
a
long
time
ago
;
the
neighbours
'
buffaloes
would
pace
in
the
morning
across
the
open
space
,
snorting
profoundly
,
without
haste
;
the
very
jungle
was
invading
it
already
.
Jim
and
the
girl
stopped
in
the
rank
grass
.
The
light
in
which
they
stood
made
a
dense
blackness
all
round
,
and
only
above
their
heads
there
was
an
opulent
glitter
of
stars
.
He
told
me
it
was
a
beautiful
night
--
quite
cool
,
with
a
little
stir
of
breeze
from
the
river
.
It
seems
he
noticed
its
friendly
beauty
.
Remember
this
is
a
love
story
I
am
telling
you
now
.
A
lovely
night
seemed
to
breathe
on
them
a
soft
caress
.
The
flame
of
the
torch
streamed
now
and
then
with
a
fluttering
noise
like
a
flag
,
and
for
a
time
this
was
the
only
sound
.
"
They
are
in
the
storeroom
waiting
,
"
whispered
the
girl
;
"
they
are
waiting
for
the
signal
.
"
"
Who
's
to
give
it
?
"
he
asked
.
She
shook
the
torch
,
which
blazed
up
after
a
shower
of
sparks
.
"
Only
you
have
been
sleeping
so
restlessly
,
"
she
continued
in
a
murmur
;
"
I
watched
your
sleep
,
too
.
"
"
You
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
craning
his
neck
to
look
about
him
.
"
You
think
I
watched
on
this
night
only
!
"
she
said
,
with
a
sort
of
despairing
indignation
.
.
'
He
says
it
was
as
if
he
had
received
a
blow
on
the
chest
.
He
gasped
.
He
thought
he
had
been
an
awful
brute
somehow
,
and
he
felt
remorseful
,
touched
,
happy
,
elated
.
This
,
let
me
remind
you
again
,
is
a
love
story
;
you
can
see
it
by
the
imbecility
,
not
a
repulsive
imbecility
,
the
exalted
imbecility
of
these
proceedings
,
this
station
in
torchlight
,
as
if
they
had
come
there
on
purpose
to
have
it
out
for
the
edification
of
concealed
murderers
.
If
Sherif
Ali
's
emissaries
had
been
possessed
--
as
Jim
remarked
--
of
a
pennyworth
of
spunk
,
this
was
the
time
to
make
a
rush
.
His
heart
was
thumping
--
not
with
fear
--
but
he
seemed
to
hear
the
grass
rustle
,
and
he
stepped
smartly
out
of
the
light
.
Something
dark
,
imperfectly
seen
,
flitted
rapidly
out
of
sight
.
He
called
out
in
a
strong
voice
,
"
Cornelius
!
O
Cornelius
!
"
A
profound
silence
succeeded
:
his
voice
did
not
seem
to
have
carried
twenty
feet
.
Again
the
girl
was
by
his
side
.
"
Fly
!
"
she
said
.
The
old
woman
was
coming
up
;
her
broken
figure
hovered
in
crippled
little
jumps
on
the
edge
of
the
light
;
they
heard
her
mumbling
,
and
a
light
,
moaning
sigh
.
"
Fly
!
"
repeated
the
girl
excitedly
.
"
They
are
frightened
now
--
this
light
--
the
voices
.
They
know
you
are
awake
now
--
they
know
you
are
big
,
strong
,
fearless
...
"
"
If
I
am
all
that
,
"
he
began
;
but
she
interrupted
him
:
"
Yes
--
to-night
!
But
what
of
to-morrow
night
?
Of
the
next
night
?
Of
the
night
after
--
of
all
the
many
,
many
nights
?
Can
I
be
always
watching
?
"
A
sobbing
catch
of
her
breath
affected
him
beyond
the
power
of
words
.
'
He
told
me
that
he
had
never
felt
so
small
,
so
powerless
--
and
as
to
courage
,
what
was
the
good
of
it
?
he
thought
.
He
was
so
helpless
that
even
flight
seemed
of
no
use
;
and
though
she
kept
on
whispering
,
"
Go
to
Doramin
,
go
to
Doramin
,
"
with
feverish
insistence
,
he
realised
that
for
him
there
was
no
refuge
from
that
loneliness
which
centupled
all
his
dangers
except
--
in
her
.
"
I
thought
,
"
he
said
to
me
,
"
that
if
I
went
away
from
her
it
would
be
the
end
of
everything
somehow
.
"
Only
as
they
could
n't
stop
there
for
ever
in
the
middle
of
that
courtyard
,
he
made
up
his
mind
to
go
and
look
into
the
storehouse
.
He
let
her
follow
him
without
thinking
of
any
protest
,
as
if
they
had
been
indissolubly
united
.
"
I
am
fearless
--
am
I
?
"
he
muttered
through
his
teeth
.
She
restrained
his
arm
.
"
Wait
till
you
hear
my
voice
,
"
she
said
,
and
,
torch
in
hand
,
ran
lightly
round
the
corner
.
He
remained
alone
in
the
darkness
,
his
face
to
the
door
:
not
a
sound
,
not
a
breath
came
from
the
other
side
.
The
old
hag
let
out
a
dreary
groan
somewhere
behind
his
back
.
He
heard
a
high-pitched
almost
screaming
call
from
the
girl
.
"
Now
!
Push
!
"
He
pushed
violently
;
the
door
swung
with
a
creak
and
a
clatter
,
disclosing
to
his
intense
astonishment
the
low
dungeon-like
interior
illuminated
by
a
lurid
,
wavering
glare
.
A
turmoil
of
smoke
eddied
down
upon
an
empty
wooden
crate
in
the
middle
of
the
floor
,
a
litter
of
rags
and
straw
tried
to
soar
,
but
only
stirred
feebly
in
the
draught
.
She
had
thrust
the
light
through
the
bars
of
the
window
.
He
saw
her
bare
round
arm
extended
and
rigid
,
holding
up
the
torch
with
the
steadiness
of
an
iron
bracket
.
A
conical
ragged
heap
of
old
mats
cumbered
a
distant
corner
almost
to
the
ceiling
,
and
that
was
all
.
