"Loaded?"
"Every chamber, sir."
"Stand by us, then, if we have to fight."
"Right, sir," said the man coolly, and Hollins's man nodded his head and tightened his lips till they looked like a thin red line drawn tightly over the lower part of his face.
"It's horribly rash, my lad, and we've no right to interfere with a Rajah's domestic institutions," said Hollins in a dry, harsh voice that did not sound like his own.
"You can't sit still and see those two women murdered."
"Don't suppose I can," was the reply. "What shall I do? Shoot the Rajah?"
"I don't know yet. Wait and see. Yes, I know.—Here, Jerry."
"Sir."