Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-04-29

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prevailing costume OF natives l
could see that they were secretly plot
ting surprise or something OF that
nature. Had they caught sight OF me
creeping through the grass9 Was /
to be their victim?
But they vanished without giving
me much chance to inspect their per-
sonal appearance and following them
i came suddenly upon an opening in
the hills which looked like the mouth
of a great cavern. l knew that the
Tiger hills, as we called them. abound
ed in caverns, but here was one with
in five miles of camp OF which l had
heard nothing.
What startled me still further was
the marks of wheels in the Outlook
ing ground. and the next moment
believed l had discovered the track OF
the lost detail.
After while I started on again.
following the clew so unexpectedly
discovered. At last found myself in
the heart of a clump of trees whose
foliage was so dense that could hard
ly see my hands before my face. 1t
did not occur to me that was getting
deeper and deeper into danger for I
thought of nothing but the corporal
and his men, and pictured the distress
OF Mrs. Poston and the indigaities to
which l felt she would be subjected
All at once there rose between me
and the mouth of the cavern figure
from which fell back aghast.
1t was tall and 1.-the of body, sug-
gesting the sleek tiger instead of the
cunning native. believed that saw
before me the hunted Mana Sahib. the
man who had ordered the dreadful
massacre at Cawnpore. My hand
went mechanically to my pistol. and /
had actually covered the native before
/ thought of the consequences Of
shot.
1t was lucky for me that I did not
fire, and when the leader ofthe Sepoy
war turned and went back toward the
cavern regretted that l had not sent
a bullet through his head
At last the man | had seen came in
to view again and this time he was ac-
companied by another.
The time has come. Bring forth
the hated English" commanded Mana
Sahib.
The next minute dozen natives,
armed to the teeth like Dacoits. came
forward and under guard walked the
men of the lost squad. My heart rose
in my throat when l looked upon the
forms Of Corporal Dix and his COM
rades But what had become OF Mrs
PostonP
The men were dashed together two
by two. l saw at once that they were
to be shown no mercy by Mana Sa-
hib and his companions The leader
of the revolt stood facing the soldiers,
and at sign from him saw leap in
to the moonlight the long knives Of
the heartless executioners.
After the death of CorpI nix and
his men / Rugged the limb. which
held me. closer than ever. l feared
the rowing eyes OF the natives who
had com mitted the murder, and when
Mana turned toward the cavern and
gave another signal craned my neck
forward wondering what was to hap
pen next
10 my establishment there came
forward. led by sleek Sepoy. Mrs.
Poston, the captains wife.
D." There was no fear in the tread OF
the woman. who looked about her
and. with unblanched cheeks, counted
the silent and bleeding figures upon
the ground, had seen her at the
barrack. where she was the life OF the
whole post Now she seemed as much
her old self as ever before But l
could see that her lips were welded.
and that the deep black eyes flashed
when she turned upon Mana Sahib
and faced him with undaunted mien.
You are the last" said the Mana
in his sleek voice which all who ever
heard it never forgot "You are the
last of the hated detail!'
Il am the last murderer" said Mrs.
Poston. advancing upon him with her
white hands clinched, and her frame
in a culver Il am the last but
while go, I hope to heaven. you
will descend to the darkest depths OF
hadesr'
HO hS Va thO oOPOy bCu
back. but as quick as cat the cap.
tain's wife went toward him.
Something that had the glitter OF
steel was in the uplifted hand Of the
cool woman. She overlook the Mana.
and struck three times in bewildering
succession. There was a wild cry,
and tho fall of human body. as the
natives rushed to their chiefs assist
ance then Mrs. Poston struck at tho
leering faces of those who would close
in upon her, and bounded into the
jungle with the speed OF deer.
The Sepoys forgot the woman, in
their desire to inquire into the state OF
their leaders wounds and when they
carried him back to the cavern. and
had turned their backs upon me l
slipped down from my perilous perch.
and ran for my life.
The thought OF Mrs. Poston alone
In the tiger-infested hills Of Dude,
and probably hunted by band OF Sc
poy cut-throats fastened my return
to Ballypuhr. where reported what l
had seen.
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