The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-11-12

an unexpected quarter, controlled him
| self enough to step out silently from his
retreat, present his rifle, and say in a
low, firm voice, Hold up your hands,
The mullah instinctively Strengthened
his body and put his arms above mis- head.
He had been too much startled to do
otherwise than act automatically.
Now" demanded Goodwin, who are
you, and what are you doing here? You
speak English, but you are nc country
man of minel''
True; and I am thankful for it." said
the mullah He was slowly dropping his
hands as he spoke.
Hold up" commanded Goodwin, ''or
I'll send lead through you
The arms were raised again and held
stiff1y above the head.
What is it that you wish?" asked the
priest.
THAT you walk down ahead of me into
the English camp" answered Goodwin
And what if I refuse?"
you will drive me to a strong meas
ure."
You will force me, you mean?"
What 1 mean is that l shall shoot
you"
There was an instant's pause. 1t was
broken by Goodwin, who saw the priest
trying to drop his hands This is no
time" he added, for us to handy words
and so I tell you that if 1 see you make
another motion Of the hands like that L
shall pull the trigger
81 am not afraid to die" said the priest
proudly.
You will probably be more useful liv-
ing" answered Goodwin, land I would
rather take you to my commanding officer
than leave you here once for all. Step
out more on the path, 80 that L can see
you better
The mullah, still holding up his hands,
did as he was ordered, and got nearer
| the edge of the precipice.
Now" said Goodwin, speaking rapidly,
! lower your left hand and get out all the
papers you have about you"
Il have not any" sullenly replied the
priest.
81 might believe that if I did not see
some peeping out of your clothing
| Il will not obey you!' exclaimed the
mullah, passionately. Dog that you are,
who are you, that you should order me
| like this to do things? If there is law
! in India I will have you punished
| There's plenty Of it. and It's going
! cheap just now for mullahs,' said Good
! win. You can get your fill Of it for
nothing by going with me into the val
! ley. Come, he added, sternly, hand out
your papers,
II will be shot where 1 stand first" the
! priest asserted.
In spite of the leveled rifle and the
soldiers threat he lowered his arms and
folded them. Now, shoot me If you
WISH, he challenged defiantly.
PeTilous his position was, Goodwin
| could not bring himself to kill a man in
| cold blood, and so that he might gain
| time to think, he allowed his rife to fall
slowly until the priest was no longer COW
cred at the same time keeping a sharp
| eye on his enemy.
Il read your thoughts said the Hul-
! lal, contemptuously, and J can give you
my word of honor as L gentleman that 1
have no weapon of any sort about me-
You are quite safe with your loaded rife
and your bayonet The odds are all on
your side"
| There was such a sneer In his words
that feeling of shame ran through Good
| win. For an instant he was disposed to
| put his arms down altogether and proudly
tell the mullah that then, at any rate
| they were on equal terms.
In that momentary hesitation the null
Ian saw his opportunity He rushed for
ward with a wild cry, with the object of
| casting himself against Goodwin, who by
| this time was standing near the edge of
| the abyss.
l Goodwin saw the mullah coming, and,