The Girl from Hong-Kong: A Story of Adventure Under Five Suns — page 156: what you’re looking at

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150 THE GIRE FROM HONG-KONG. part therein, and naturally his mind immediately files to music. ‘The fellows have almost reached the tip of Pekoe Tay’s crooked blade, and the Mongolian has even selected the victim whom he expects to have writhing there like, a butterfly or a moth upon a naturalist’s wall; while Terry is emptying the chambers of his barking friend with a steadiness that would really do eredit to an old soldier of the line. . Itis just at this critieal moment. that a strange buzz- ing sound breaks forth, not unlike the escape of steam from the exhaust pipe of a locomotive, or the whir of s sawmill engaged in ripping planks from a monster: log. Of course, to Terry and Pekoe Tay the noise is very, very familiar, and they prepare for what is to follew. The doughty Persians and Arabs and Afghans whe have assembled under the banner of Kaja Mulie stand there as if suddenly changed into stone. So Lot’s wife may have stood when, looking back toward the wicked city she had left, she was turned intoa pillar of salt. The awful sound that greets their hearing is to them the voice of an angry god, for surely no mortal tongue could - give vent to such unearthly. groans. That is not all. Indeed, it is only the beginning, and far worse is to follow on its heels. comicbooks.con