Waylaid and Captured 
one high in authority, suddenly broke through 
the noisy throng and, taking my horse by the 
bridle, led him down by a very narrow path into 
a dense and dark forest. My companion came 
along behind, while a soldier with a gun brought 
up the rear. We thought we were being led to 
death. 
When we came to a little opening, the young 
man in front called a halt and seemed to be wait¬ 
ing for some one. Presently I heard a sound that 
made my blood freeze in my veins. It was the 
rattling of war accoutrements of soldiers ap¬ 
proaching us rapidly from behind. With deep 
emotion, my companion called to me and said, 
“They are certainly going to kill us now, sir.” 
1 looked back and saw those same wolfish eyes 
glaring at me through the foliage. My guard 
now halted, took his cimeter from his shoulder 
and came up to the side of my horse. Pointing 
to the men who had just come up, he said with 
much authority and dignity, “Oto geh! ” (It is 
enough.) The last word was pronounced with 
great emphasis and prolonged into a deep 
growl. 
It seemed certain now that, helpless and 
defenceless, we were about to be butchered in 
that lonely spot and our bodies given to the 
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