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Title: The works of Rudyard Kipling
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936
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Publisher: Boston : F.T. Quinby Co.
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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e enemy be-hind that ridge? How did you get through?asked a dozen voices. For all answer Dick tooka long breath, unbuckled his belt, and shoutedfrom the saddle at the top of a wearied anddusty voice, Torpenhow! Ohe, Torp! Coo-ee,Tor-pen-how. A bearded man raking in the ashes of a firefor a light to his pipe moved very swiftly to-ward that cry, as the rearguard, facing about,began to fire at the puffs of smoke from thehillocks around. Gradually the scattered whitecloudlets drew out into long lines of bankedwhite that hung heavily in the stillness of thedawn before they turned over wave-like andglided into the valleys. The soldiers in thesquare were coughing and swearing as theirown smoke obstructed their view, and theyedged forward to get beyond it. A woundedcamel leaped to its feet and roared aloud, thecry ending in a bubbling grunt. Q Hliw . . . jlanrf worfnaqioT Torpenhow knelt . . . with Dicks body in his arms Mezzogravure by John Antlrew & Son after original by Reginald Bolles
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Copyright, 1909, by The Edinburgh Society THE LIGHT THAT FAILED 355 Some one had cut its throat to prevent confu-sion. Then came the thick sob of a man re-ceiving his death-wound from a bullet: then ayell of agony and redoubled firing. There was no time to ask any questions. Get down, man! Get down behind thecamel! No. Put me, I pray, in the forefront of thebattle. Dick turned his face to Torpenhowand raised his hand to set his helmet straight,but, miscalculating the distance, knocked it off.Torpenhow saw that his hair was grey on thetemples, and that his face was the face of anold man. Come down, you damned fool! Dickie,come off! And Dick came obediently, but as a tree falls,pitching sideways from the Bisharins saddleat Torpenhows feet. His luck had held to thelast, even to the crowning mercy of a kindlybullet through his head. Torpenhow knelt under the lee of the camelwith Dicks body in his arms. THE END.

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