Frank ran horror stricken back into the house, and sat for a while with his hand over his eyes as if to shut out the ghastly spectacle.
"Mr.Goodenough," he said presently, "if we are to be killed, at least let us die fighting to the last, and blow out our own brains with the last shots we have left.

I don't think I'm afraid of being killed, but to be tortured like that would be horrible." The next day a message was brought them that their retaining private guards was an insult to the king, and that the Houssas must remove to another part of the town.

Resistance was evidently useless.

Mr.
Goodenough called his four men together and told them what had happened.
"I am sorry I have brought you into this plight, my poor fellows," he said.

"There are now but two things open to you.