“Days, weeks, or months. One can never tell. It may go on for years.”
“I wish I were going.”
“Good Heavens! You're the most unaccountable creature! Hasn't it occurred to you that you're going to be married—thanks to me?”
“Of course, yes. I'm going to be married—so I am. Going to be married. I'm awfully grateful to you. Haven't I told you that?”
“You might be going to be hanged by the look of you,” said Torpenhow.
And the next day Torpenhow bade him good-bye and left him to the loneliness he had so much desired.
CHAPTER XIV
Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him,
Yet at the last, ere a sword-thrust could save,
Yet at the last, with his masters around him,
He of the Faith spoke as master to slave;
Yet at the last, tho' the Kafirs had maimed him,
Broken by bondage and wrecked by the reiver,—
Yet at the last, tho' the darkness had claimed him,
He called upon Allah and died a believer.—Kizzilbashi.
“Beg your pardon, Mr. Heldar, but—but isn't nothin' going to happen?” said Mr. Beeton.