We'll fight for the ten men,' and with that he fires two rifles at
the twenty men, and drops one of them at two hundred yards from the rock where
he was sitting. The other men began to run, but Carnehan and Dravot sits on
the boxes picking them off at all ranges, up and down the valley. Then we goes
up to the ten men that had run across the snow too, and they fires a footy
little arrow at us. Dravot he shoots above their heads, and they all falls
down flat. Then he walks over them and kicks them, and then he lifts them up
and shakes hands all round to make them friendly like. He calls them and gives
them the boxes to carry, and waves his hand for all the world as though he was
King already. They takes the boxes and him across the valley and up the hill
into a pine wood on the top, where there was half a dozen big stone idols.
Dravot he goes to the biggest--a fellow they call Imbra--and lays a rifle and
a cartridge at his feet, rubbing his nose respectfully with his own nose,
patting him on the head, and nods his head, and says, 'That's all right. I'm
in the know too, and these old jimjams are my friends.' Then he opens his
mouth and points down it, and when the first man brings him food, he says,
'No;' and when the second man brings him food, he says 'no;' but when one of
the old priests and the boss of the village brings him food, he says, 'Yes;'
very haughty, and eats it slow.
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