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the stern face of John Carner. Alone,
upon his steed, he set himself against
the score of mutineers. And it was
a heroic picture to see the regular
play of his sword as he thrust and
cut and parried. - ..
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If The mutineers had fallen back, but
now they rallied. A score of shots
rang out The horse fell, shot to
death, and John Carner went tum
bling under it.
He picked himself up, limping,
seized the rickshaw in his arms and
set it up as a barricade in the door
way of a deserted house. He placed
Doris beneath it, swinging her in his
arms as lightly as if she was a feath
er. Then, sword in hand, he took his
post before her, while her father,
seizing a sword from a fallen muti
neer, stood at his side.
The natives had exhausted their
ammunition .in the first outbreak.
But they came forward with a rush,
a black, streaming body, shrieking
maledictions. And Carner and Hen
ry Banks played their parts nobly.
In this imminent danger Doris felt
herself grow suddenly calm, as if she
were a mere spectator at a play. She
saw one of the men fall, pierced by
her father's sword, though Henry
Banks had never handled a sword in
his life before. Then he was down
and Carner was bestride his body,
fighting like a man possessed. The
natives drew off and looked at him in
awe. It seemed impossible that one
man could achieve so much.
But from their outskirts a little
man ran forward and fired a revolver
point-blank into earner's face. Car
ner, still clutching his sword, stag
gered and fell and with wild yells" the
rebels rushed forward over his body.
Then, as Doris closed her eyes and
awaited death, a bugle rang out, and
into the thick of the crowd galloped
a party of loyal horsemen, cutting,
stabbing. The rebels broke and fled.
Doris felt herself raised in some
body's arms and knew no more.
She opened her eyes in bed in a
strange room. She looked about her
in bewilderment. Then she saw her
father's familiar face beside her,
swathed in bandages. And she began
"Daddy, you are hurt?" she cried.
"Only a cut across the cheek, my
dear," said her father cheerfully.
"Everything is ended now and Singa
pore is as quiet as Philadelphia."
"And and "
"Thanks to Mr. Carner," he added.
"He is not killed?" the girl cried
"He's getting on very nicely," an
swered her father. "And, Doris, we
owe him everything."
"I know," she answered. "I have
been very unkind, daddy. I shall tell
you when I have seen him."
Perhaps Henry Banks had heard
the humors, for it is father's task to
hear more than he speaks. At any
rate, he showed no great surprise
when, a week later, they came to him
with the news. Carner in bandages,
too, and leaning on Doris' arm. But
what Doris said to him was their own
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