"Little devil, I always thought--What's missing ?" Rudolph scanned his meagre belongings, rummaged his dressing-table, opened a wardrobe.
"Nothing," he answered.

"A boat-coolie--" But Heywood had darted to the rack of Mausers, knelt, and sprung up, raging.
"Side-bolts! Man," he cried, in a voice that made Rudolph jump,--"man, why didn't you stop him?
The side-bolts, all but two .-- Young heathen, he's crippled us: one pair of rifles left.".