now on. It's going to buck up. I'm going to put some ginger in it.
There are three dead men here to be avenged, and I'm going to avenge
'em, or make you do it! And if any man imagines he's going to help
himself by feeling afraid, let me assure him that the only thing
he needs to fear is me! I've a right to command men--I know how--
I intend to do it. And if I've got to make men first out of whey-faced
cowards, why, I'm game to do it, and this is just where I begin!
Now! Anybody got a word to say?"

There was grim silence.

"Good! I'll assume, then, until I'm contradicted, that you're all
brave men. Into the guardroom with you!"

"Sahib! Sahib!" said a voice beside him.

"Well? What?"

It was the Beluchi interpreter who had carried the lamp for him that
evening when he arrested the fakir.

"Run, sahib! It is time to run away!"

"Go on, then! Why don't you run?"

"I am afraid, sahib."

"Of what?"

"Of the men who slew the soldiers. Sahib! Remember what the fakir