H. Bedford-Jones and W. C. Robertson

“ Dead men lined the walls. Sheng Wu rode forward alone, with one Manchu officer, and dismounted inside the open gateway. When he turned from his kneeling camel, he saw that this temple was an abode of the dead, and that these dead had been Sikh troopers. ”

“ The Rajput was still a very sick man. Severn laughed bitterly.
“Faith—how? Shall we go back to look for them?”
“If we live.”
“Then, how? We can not do it without money. I have none.”
The other did not answer for a while. ”

“ Sheng Wu lighted his tobacco-pipe and resumed, when the tiny pinch of tobacco had gone, his explanations.
“Sir Fandi Singh is wounded and the wound is much inflamed. He has lost much blood and he will not walk or speak for many days. His friend, the strange white man, has lost an arm through poisoned blood and is in fever. Each of these men must ride in a sling between two camels. Make ready the slings at once. We leave here at sunset, in order to pass through the valley by night, when there will be no whirling sands.” ”