Then he aimed and fired, and the Fung, leaving go of Japhet's leg, threw up his arms and plunged headlong into the gulf beneath.

The next thing I remember is that they were both among us, and somebody shouted, "Pull in the ladder." "No," said Quick, "wait a bit." Vaguely I wondered why, till I perceived that three of those courageous Fung were following across it, resting their hands upon each other's shoulders, while their companions cheered them.
"Now, pull, brothers, pull!" shouted the Sergeant, and pull we did.

Poor Fung! they deserved a better fate.
"Always inflict loss upon the enemy when you get a chance," remarked the Sergeant, as he opened fire with his repeating rifle upon other Fung who by now were clustering upon the back of the idol.

This position, however, they soon abandoned as untenable, except one or two of them who remained there, dead or wounded.
A silence followed, in the midst of which I heard Quick saying to Joshua in his very worst Arabic: "Now does your Royal Highness think that we Gentiles are cowards, although it is true those Fung are as good men as we any day ?" Joshua declined argument, and I turned to watch Oliver, who had covered his face with his hands, and seemed to be weeping.
"What is it, O friend, what is it ?" I heard Maqueda say in her gentle voice--a voice full of tears, tears of gratitude I think.

"You have done a great deed; you have returned safe; all is well." "Nay," he answered, forgetting her titles in his distress, "all is ill.
I have failed, and to-night they throw my brother to the lions.