He went down
like a ninepin, I on top of him, laughing with mud in my teeth, and
Jeremy landed on top of the two of us, holding the skirts of his cloak
in both hands as he jumped.
Jeremy picked up the fellow's revolver and threw it out of sight, and
the two of us ran on again--too late by now to help in the emergency,
but in time for the next event.
Grim had managed everything, although he was bleeding, and smiling
serenely through the blood. Hadad was there, not smiling at all, but
bleached white with excitement; he had brought a number of Arab
officers with him, six or seven of whom were standing on the running-
board of the front car and all arguing with Feisul, who sat back with
his feet and hands tied, guarded by Narayan Singh.
At Grim's feet--dead, with bullets through their heads--were three
Syrian staff officers. They were the traitors Daulch, Hattin and Aubek.
Grim's pistol was in his right hand and had been used.
There had been a first-class fight, all over in two minutes; for the
traitors hadn't arrived on the scene without assistants. Unfortunately
for them, Hadad had turned up at the same moment with his loyalists.
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