long-dead Indian Mutiny hero, Major Hodson, executing with his own hand
the three princes of Oude.

_Inshalla_! it was done--there! there! against the cart, amidst the
gorgeous setting of Indian sunset and gleaming minaret. "Deen! Deen!
Futteh _Mohammed_!" came a dying scream upon the last shot--the smoking
carbine was jerked back to the "recover"--a moment the scarlet-turbaned,
scarlet-sashed English officer gazed with ruthless satisfaction at his
treacherous victims then, turning sharply, faced him.

And lo! to Redmond it seemed that the stern, intolerant,
recklessly-handsome countenance he looked upon bore a striking
resemblance to the face of Yorke.




CHAPTER IV

_Burn'd Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire,
And shook his very frame for ire,
And--"This to me!" he said,--_
MARMION


Early on the morrow it came to pass that Sergeant Slavin, cooking
breakfast for all hands, heard Yorke's voice uplifted in song, as that
worthy made his leisurely toilet. He shot a slightly bilious glance at
Redmond, who, "Morning Stables" finished, lounged nearby.