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'
He
explained
to
me
that
he
was
bitterly
disappointed
at
this
.
His
fortitude
had
been
tried
by
so
many
warnings
,
he
had
been
for
weeks
surrounded
by
so
many
hints
of
danger
,
that
he
wanted
the
relief
of
some
reality
,
of
something
tangible
that
he
could
meet
.
"
It
would
have
cleared
the
air
for
a
couple
of
hours
at
least
,
if
you
know
what
I
mean
,
"
he
said
to
me
.
"
Jove
!
I
had
been
living
for
days
with
a
stone
on
my
chest
.
"
Now
at
last
he
had
thought
he
would
get
hold
of
something
,
and
--
nothing
!
Not
a
trace
,
not
a
sign
of
anybody
.
He
had
raised
his
weapon
as
the
door
flew
open
,
but
now
his
arm
fell
.
"
Fire
!
Defend
yourself
,
"
the
girl
outside
cried
in
an
agonising
voice
.
She
,
being
in
the
dark
and
with
her
arm
thrust
in
to
the
shoulder
through
the
small
hole
,
could
n't
see
what
was
going
on
,
and
she
dared
not
withdraw
the
torch
now
to
run
round
.
"
There
's
nobody
here
!
"
yelled
Jim
contemptuously
,
but
his
impulse
to
burst
into
a
resentful
exasperated
laugh
died
without
a
sound
:
he
had
perceived
in
the
very
act
of
turning
away
that
he
was
exchanging
glances
with
a
pair
of
eyes
in
the
heap
of
mats
.
He
saw
a
shifting
gleam
of
whites
.
"
Come
out
!
"
he
cried
in
a
fury
,
a
little
doubtful
,
and
a
dark-faced
head
,
a
head
without
a
body
,
shaped
itself
in
the
rubbish
,
a
strangely
detached
head
,
that
looked
at
him
with
a
steady
scowl
.
Next
moment
the
whole
mound
stirred
,
and
with
a
low
grunt
a
man
emerged
swiftly
,
and
bounded
towards
Jim
.
Behind
him
the
mats
as
it
were
jumped
and
flew
,
his
right
arm
was
raised
with
a
crooked
elbow
,
and
the
dull
blade
of
a
kriss
protruded
from
his
fist
held
off
,
a
little
above
his
head
.
A
cloth
wound
tight
round
his
loins
seemed
dazzlingly
white
on
his
bronze
skin
;
his
naked
body
glistened
as
if
wet
.
'
Jim
noted
all
this
.
He
told
me
he
was
experiencing
a
feeling
of
unutterable
relief
,
of
vengeful
elation
.
He
held
his
shot
,
he
says
,
deliberately
.
He
held
it
for
the
tenth
part
of
a
second
,
for
three
strides
of
the
man
--
an
unconscionable
time
.
He
held
it
for
the
pleasure
of
saying
to
himself
,
That
's
a
dead
man
!
He
was
absolutely
positive
and
certain
.
He
let
him
come
on
because
it
did
not
matter
.
A
dead
man
,
anyhow
.
He
noticed
the
dilated
nostrils
,
the
wide
eyes
,
the
intent
,
eager
stillness
of
the
face
,
and
then
he
fired
.
'
The
explosion
in
that
confined
space
was
stunning
.
He
stepped
back
a
pace
.
He
saw
the
man
jerk
his
head
up
,
fling
his
arms
forward
,
and
drop
the
kriss
.
He
ascertained
afterwards
that
he
had
shot
him
through
the
mouth
,
a
little
upwards
,
the
bullet
coming
out
high
at
the
back
of
the
skull
.
With
the
impetus
of
his
rush
the
man
drove
straight
on
,
his
face
suddenly
gaping
disfigured
,
with
his
hands
open
before
him
gropingly
,
as
though
blinded
,
and
landed
with
terrific
violence
on
his
forehead
,
just
short
of
Jim
's
bare
toes
.
Jim
says
he
did
n't
lose
the
smallest
detail
of
all
this
.
He
found
himself
calm
,
appeased
,
without
rancour
,
without
uneasiness
,
as
if
the
death
of
that
man
had
atoned
for
everything
The
place
was
getting
very
full
of
sooty
smoke
from
the
torch
,
in
which
the
unswaying
flame
burned
blood-red
without
a
flicker
.
He
walked
in
resolutely
,
striding
over
the
dead
body
,
and
covered
with
his
revolver
another
naked
figure
outlined
vaguely
at
the
other
end
.
As
he
was
about
to
pull
the
trigger
,
the
man
threw
away
with
force
a
short
heavy
spear
,
and
squatted
submissively
on
his
hams
,
his
back
to
the
wall
and
his
clasped
hands
between
his
legs
.
"
You
want
your
life
?
"
Jim
said
.
The
other
made
no
sound
.
"
How
many
more
of
you
?
"
asked
Jim
again
.
"
Two
more
,
Tuan
,
"
said
the
man
very
softly
,
looking
with
big
fascinated
eyes
into
the
muzzle
of
the
revolver
.
Accordingly
,
two
more
crawled
from
under
the
mats
,
holding
out
ostentatiously
their
empty
hands
.
'
'
Jim
took
up
an
advantageous
position
and
shepherded
them
out
in
a
bunch
through
the
doorway
:
all
that
time
the
torch
had
remained
vertical
in
the
grip
of
a
little
hand
,
without
so
much
as
a
tremble
.
The
three
men
obeyed
him
,
perfectly
mute
,
moving
automatically
.
He
ranged
them
in
a
row
.
"
Link
arms
!
"
he
ordered
.
They
did
so
.
"
The
first
who
withdraws
his
arm
or
turns
his
head
is
a
dead
man
,
"
he
said
.
"
March
!
"
They
stepped
out
together
,
rigidly
;
he
followed
,
and
at
the
side
the
girl
,
in
a
trailing
white
gown
,
her
black
hair
falling
as
low
as
her
waist
,
bore
the
light
.
Erect
and
swaying
,
she
seemed
to
glide
without
touching
the
earth
;
the
only
sound
was
the
silky
swish
and
rustle
of
the
long
grass
.
"
Stop
!
"
cried
Jim
.
'
The
river-bank
was
steep
;
a
great
freshness
ascended
,
the
light
fell
on
the
edge
of
smooth
dark
water
frothing
without
a
ripple
;
right
and
left
the
shapes
of
the
houses
ran
together
below
the
sharp
outlines
of
the
roofs
.
"
Take
my
greetings
to
Sherif
Ali
--
till
I
come
myself
,
"
said
Jim
.
Not
one
head
of
the
three
budged
.
"
Jump
!
"
he
thundered
.
The
three
splashes
made
one
splash
,
a
shower
flew
up
,
black
heads
bobbed
convulsively
,
and
disappeared
;
but
a
great
blowing
and
spluttering
went
on
,
growing
faint
,
for
they
were
diving
industriously
,
in
great
fear
of
a
parting
shot
.
Jim
turned
to
the
girl
,
who
had
been
a
silent
and
attentive
observer
.
His
heart
seemed
suddenly
to
grow
too
big
for
his
breast
and
choke
him
in
the
hollow
of
his
throat
.
This
probably
made
him
speechless
for
so
long
,
and
after
returning
his
gaze
she
flung
the
burning
torch
with
a
wide
sweep
of
the
arm
into
the
river
.
The
ruddy
fiery
glare
,
taking
a
long
flight
through
the
night
,
sank
with
a
vicious
hiss
,
and
the
calm
soft
starlight
descended
upon
them
,
unchecked
.
'
He
did
not
tell
me
what
it
was
he
said
when
at
last
he
recovered
his
voice
.
I
do
n't
suppose
he
could
be
very
eloquent
.
The
world
was
still
,
the
night
breathed
on
them
,
one
of
those
nights
that
seem
created
for
the
sheltering
of
tenderness
,
and
there
are
moments
when
our
souls
,
as
if
freed
from
their
dark
envelope
,
glow
with
an
exquisite
sensibility
that
makes
certain
silences
more
lucid
than
speeches
.
As
to
the
girl
,
he
told
me
,
"
She
broke
down
a
bit
.
Excitement
--
do
n't
you
know
.
Reaction
.
Deucedly
tired
she
must
have
been
--
and
all
that
kind
of
thing
.
And
--
and
--
hang
it
all
--
she
was
fond
of
me
,
do
n't
you
see
...
I
too
...
did
n't
know
,
of
course
...
never
entered
my
head
...
"
'
Then
he
got
up
and
began
to
walk
about
in
some
agitation
.
"
I
--
I
love
her
dearly
.
More
than
I
can
tell
.
Of
course
one
can
not
tell
.
You
take
a
different
view
of
your
actions
when
you
come
to
understand
,
when
you
are
made
to
understand
every
day
that
your
existence
is
necessary
--
you
see
,
absolutely
necessary
--
to
another
person
.
I
am
made
to
feel
that
.
Wonderful
!
But
only
try
to
think
what
her
life
has
been
.
