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have been the least possible fraction of an 

 inch. 



I had seen Caucasians angry before, but 

 these two fellows, now their blood was up, 

 seemed in a very different mood, and I rea- 

 lised that their prince was right when he 

 told me they were the most recklessly irri- 

 table of men. 



With a look that was full of the devil, 

 Biasir stepped back, and, putting up his rifle, 

 would have shot his man at half a dozen 

 paces, and so added another to the list of 

 blood feuds with which he and his fellow 

 villagers are busied ; but luckily I was in 

 time to wrench the weapon from him, while 

 the little Georoi from Latali fluno- his arms 

 round Red Shirt and kept him quiet. 



There were two others with us at the time, 

 but they seemed either too startled or too 

 indifferent to render any assistance. As I 

 had possessed myself of Biasir's rifle, I felt 



