There, that's fifty paces; down you go, you ugly beasts," and he bumped his camel viciously on the head with the butt of his rifle.
From where we had halted we could only see through the archway into the space beyond.

By now the square looked like a great Sunday meeting in Hyde Park, being filled up with men of whom the first rows were already past the altar-like rostrum in its centre.
"Why don't he loose off them stinging-bees ?" muttered Quick.

"Oh! I see his little game.

Look," and he pointed to the figure of Orme, who had crept behind the unopened half of the door on our side of it and was looking intently round its edge, holding the battery in his right hand.
"He wants to let them get nearer so as to make a bigger bag.

He----" I heard no more of Quick's remarks, for suddenly something like an earthquake took place, and the whole sky seemed to turn to one great flame.