CHAPTER XXX.
THE MAHDI’S JUSTICE.
“Fighting, and you here? Why are not you at the head of the Mahdi’s friends?”
“I—stayed—with you.”
“Come! where is my sword?”
“It is here; but don’t go out. You will be killed—the soldiers wouldn’t join the Mahdi, and they are shooting the people down.”
“Give me my Winchester and my sword.”
“It is madness.”
“Well, I am the madcap,” laughed Max; “but if I wasn’t I’d scorn to be a coward.”
“A coward?”
“Yes, I said so, and I repeat—a coward.”