wasawarethatthediabolicalBrahminwasaimingaviolentblowatthebackofmyheadwiththegun-barrelsItwastoolatetoturnroundImusthavereceivedtheblowsomewhereonthenapeofmyneckAhundredthousandfierystarsdancedbeforemyeyes，andIfellforwardssenselessattheedgeof，thequicksand。
WhenIrecoveredconsciousness，theMoonwasgoingdown，andI
wassensibleofintolerablepaininthebackofmyheadGungaDasshaddisappearedandmymouthwasfullofbloodIlaydownagainandprayedthatImightdiewithoutmoreadoThentheunreasoningfurywhichIhadbeforementioned，laidholduponme，andIstaggeredinlandtowardthewallsofthecraterItseemedthatsomeonewascallingtomeinawhisper-“Sahib！
Sahib！Sahib！”exactlyasmybearerusedtocallmeinthemorningIfanciedthatIwasdeliriousuntilahandfulofsandfellatmyfeet。
ThenIlookedupandsawaheadpeeringdownintotheamphitheatre-theheadofDunnoo，mydog-boy，whoattendedtomycolliesAssoonashehadattractedmyattention，hehelduphishandandshowedaropeImotionedstaggeringtoandfroforthewhile，thatheshouldthrowitdownItwasacoupleofleatherpunkah-ropesknottedtogether，withaloopatoneendIslippedtheloopovermyheadandundermyarms；heardDunnoourgesomethingforward；wasconsciousthatIwasbeingdragged，facedownward，upthesteepsandslope，andthenextinstantfoundmyselfchokedandhalffaintingonthesandhillsoverlookingthecraterDunnoo，withhisfaceashygreyinthemoonlight，imploredmenottostaybuttogetbacktomytentatonce。