Again Harry put a small flask to his lips and administered some brandy.
But it did him no good.
“He is dying fast,” remarked Kardofan, looking at his glazed eyes.
“Yes,” replied Harry; “he is going to the unknown land from which there is no return ticket.”
“We all got to go there some day, sahib.”
“That is a well-known fact, but we don’t want to hurry about the last journey.”
“Koosh is a bad man; so is his lieutenant, Kassala. Me like to make them both gasp.”
“Their time will come.”
“The sooner the better!”
It was not long before the unfortunate Arab expired.