I will fire old Thunderer myself." The man carrying the flaming flashlight handed it to his superior, but in so doing by some mischance it dropped, and in the dropping went out! "Fool!" cried Sumbal passionately.

"Are we to stand insulted here without reply while thou fetchest another?
Put him in irons, sergeant, and bring light at once!" But the grave, silent Rajput was watching the runner.

"He is but a boy," he said slowly, "yet see how he runs.

And they have hit him, for he staggers.

Yet he comes on.