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"
The
water
?
"
he
said
.
"
There
may
be
a
tap
,
"
said
my
brother
,
"
in
some
of
the
houses
.
We
have
no
water
.
I
dare
not
leave
my
people
.
"
The
man
pushed
against
the
crowd
towards
the
gate
of
the
corner
house
.
"
Go
on
!
"
said
the
people
,
thrusting
at
him
.
"
They
are
coming
!
Go
on
!
"
Then
my
brother
's
attention
was
distracted
by
a
bearded
,
eagle-faced
man
lugging
a
small
handbag
,
which
split
even
as
my
brother
's
eyes
rested
on
it
and
disgorged
a
mass
of
sovereigns
that
seemed
to
break
up
into
separate
coins
as
it
struck
the
ground
.
They
rolled
hither
and
thither
among
the
struggling
feet
of
men
and
horses
.
The
man
stopped
and
looked
stupidly
at
the
heap
,
and
the
shaft
of
a
cab
struck
his
shoulder
and
sent
him
reeling
.
He
gave
a
shriek
and
dodged
back
,
and
a
cartwheel
shaved
him
narrowly
.
"
Way
!
"
cried
the
men
all
about
him
.
"
Make
way
!
"
So
soon
as
the
cab
had
passed
,
he
flung
himself
,
with
both
hands
open
,
upon
the
heap
of
coins
,
and
began
thrusting
handfuls
in
his
pocket
.
A
horse
rose
close
upon
him
,
and
in
another
moment
,
half
rising
,
he
had
been
borne
down
under
the
horse
's
hoofs
.
"
Stop
!
"
screamed
my
brother
,
and
pushing
a
woman
out
of
his
way
,
tried
to
clutch
the
bit
of
the
horse
.
Before
he
could
get
to
it
,
he
heard
a
scream
under
the
wheels
,
and
saw
through
the
dust
the
rim
passing
over
the
poor
wretch
's
back
.
The
driver
of
the
cart
slashed
his
whip
at
my
brother
,
who
ran
round
behind
the
cart
.
The
multitudinous
shouting
confused
his
ears
.
The
man
was
writhing
in
the
dust
among
his
scattered
money
,
unable
to
rise
,
for
the
wheel
had
broken
his
back
,
and
his
lower
limbs
lay
limp
and
dead
.
My
brother
stood
up
and
yelled
at
the
next
driver
,
and
a
man
on
a
black
horse
came
to
his
assistance
.
