At sunset the guards again came round, lifted the cage and carried it into a shed.

A platter of dirty rice and a jug of water were put into the cage; two of the men lighted their long pipes and sat down on guard beside it, and, the doors being closed, the captives were left in peace.
"If this sort of thing is to go on, as I suppose it is," Fothergill said, "the sooner they cut off our heads the better." "It is very bad, Jack.

I am sore all over with those probes from their sharp sticks." "I don't care for the pain, Percy, so much as the humiliation of the thing.

To be stared at and poked at as if we were wild beasts by these curs, when with half a dozen of our men we could send a hundred of them scampering, I feel as if I could choke with rage." "You had better try and eat some of this rice, Jack.

It is beastly, but I dare say we shall get no more until tomorrow night, and we must keep up our strength if we can.