Harold Lamb

“ If ever a man seemed worked up to tear things wide open Dixon was that man. His sunken eyes smouldered and twitched and two red spots burned in his cheeks. He may have had a shot of his favorite stuff, opium or bhang, but the loose folds of skin about his mouth and his puckered lips were traces of the experience he'd come through. The mask was off his face, to stay off.
"I've precious little time to waste on you two," he snarled. "Where's that cub?"
"He is not here," responded Moorcroft calmly, wiping the water off his glasses. ”

“ You've hounded me enough, Moorcroft. Now you're coming with me to the tomb in the grove and if your cursed Chitralis try any more trickery, you'll be the one to suffer."
"Precisely," nodded the little doctor. "And you. No man could break into the screen and come out alive."
How much Dixon remembered of his experience I don't know, but it couldn't have been much. Just then I heard Gordon's step behind me, and her voice.
"Captain Dixon! Is it true that you ordered Anim Dass to put Mr. Cobden out of the way?" ”

“ With a snarl he jerked a revolver out of his belt and fired at Moorcroft. The slender man went down as if his legs had been pulled out from under him. And Dixon had the gun pulled down on me before I'd got mine out from its sling. Miss Carnie saved me that time, by stepping between us and Dixon snapped something at the two natives that sounded like:
"Missy-sahib, lao!" ”