I wondered whether Grim would throw him over the parapet, and whether we two would have to take our chance of mountaineering down that ragged corner of the wall.
But suddenly about a hundred and eighty pounds of human brawn landed feet-first on my back.

A voice said "Taib,* Jimgrim!" and two other men jumped after him from somewhere on the ruined wall above us.

In another second Abdul Ali was held hand and foot, tied until he could not move, and then a wheat-sack was pulled down over his head and made fast between his legs.

[*All right.] "You're late!" said Grim.

"Quick! Where's the rope?
Are your men below ?" The thundering on the door had ceased.