A Galahad of the Creeks; The Widow Lamport

by S. Levett Yeats

"And he attempts to escape," said a third, pointing to the man, who strained desperately to free himself.

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In the dusk of the evening seven men of the Sikh police rolled out something from a cloth at the feet of Phipson.

"May it please the Feeder of the Poor," said Serferez, "the base born attempted to escape as the other did, and there was no way but this," and he held the grinning head of Moung Sen out at arm's length before him.

CHAPTER XIII.

[AN OVERREACH.]

Saddle me straight the red roan mare,

She of the Waziri breed;

The wings of death are beating the air,

Hola! the Waziri steed!