His anger flamed and he flung her roughly into a seat.
"Suffer, then, little fool!" Meantime the colonel and Bruce dismounted and tried to stem the tide of fleeing coolies; but it was no more effective than blowing against the wind.

They found, however, an abandoned pack containing cartridge cases, and they filled their pockets, calling to Ramabai and Pundita to follow them along the river in pursuit of Umballa's barge, which was now being rapidly poled up-stream.

They might be able to pick off enough soldiers, sharpshooting, to make it impossible to man the barge.
They were both dead shots, and the least they could do would be to put the fight on a basis of equality so far as numbers were concerned.
The colonel forgot all about how weak he was.

The rage and despair in his heart had once more given him a fictitious strength.
"The curse, the curse, always the curse!" "Don't you believe that, Colonel.

It is only misfortune.