3/15 There were no lights where the tents stood, so he judged that even the accustomed natives had found the added heat of Mahommed Gunga's watch-fires intolerable and had raked them out; but from where he imagined that the village must be came the dum-tu-dum-tu-dum of tom-toms, like fever blood pulsating in the veins of devils of the night. He could just make out the man's blurred shape--a shadow in the shadows--dog-curled, with the punkah rope looped round his foot. He kicked him gently, and the man stirred, but fell asleep again. The man sat up and stared, terrified; the whites of his eyes were distinctly visible. |