"I've got it here," was the reply; and he produced a flask.
"Well, I'm damned!" said Barry. "You'll have a gun next, and fire it too!"
"A 4.7," returned Jigger impudently.
As the flask was at Rudyard's lips, Barry Whalen said to Krool, "What do you stay here as—deserter or prisoner? It's got to be one or the other."
"Prisoner," answered Krool. Then he added, "See—the Baas."
Rudyard's eyes were open.
"Prisoner—who is a prisoner?" he asked feebly.
"Me, Baas," whispered Krool, leaning over him.
"He saved your life, Colonel," interposed Barry Whalen.
"I thought it was the brandy," said Jigger with a grin.