Gunga Din Page #2

Look out, Mac!

Take cover behind the wall.

Volley firing. Ready?

Ready? Get set. Fire!

Here you are, Cutter.

Get in there. Come on.

Ballantine, come up!

Let's go.

Here's a present for you.

Bal, catch!

Come on, let's go!

Charge!

Everybody under cover!

Get behind the wall. Come on. Hurry up.

- Panee, Sergeant sahib?

- No!

How did you get here?

You're a funny bloke, Din...

but I'll admit you're a good bhisti.

- Could be first-class soldier, sahib.

- Don't make me laugh.

Get to the river!

- Come on, you savage, over you go.

- Over you go.

All right, give me that.

What's the matter, Bal?

You've been woolgathering

ever since we crawled out of the river.

- You know, my time is up on May 14.

- What of that?

You can sign on

for another nine years, can't you?

Make a man out of him.

I'm leaving the service.

- Leaving the service?

- That's right.

I'm getting married,

and I'm going in the tea business.

- Married!

- Tea business!

Why, you're mad if...

March to attention, everybody!

Let's march in in good style, men.

- Fall in up there.

- Left, right, left.

Tell the Sergeant

to report at the office immediately.

Yes, sir.

Party, right wheel!

Halt! Left face!

Sergeants to the front!

The wiring party's

returned from Tantrapur, sir.

Eight killed, three wounded.

Otherwise all correct.

Very well, Sergeant. Dismiss your men...

and report at the office immediately.

Very good, sir.

Party, dismissed!

- Identical, Mitchell.

- Good heavens, a Thug pickaxe.

It's incredible,

but that's what happened to Markham.

I'm afraid they've done away

with poor Burgess, too.

There's been none of this for 50 years.

Thuggee. That's what it is, Mitchell.

What's Thuggee, sir?

A murder cult Col. Sleeman crushed

50 years ago.

The Thugs were the most fiendish

band of killers that ever existed.

There were at least 10,000 in India,

and they murdered 30,000 people a year.

Thuggee was practiced

from the Himalayas to Ceylon.

The order was religious and worshipped

Kali, the goddess of blood.

The Thugs were stranglers,

weren't they, sir?

Stranglers. They dug the graves

of their victims in advance.

Mitchell, we must stamp this out

immediately.

The Lancers will scour the country

west of Tantrapur...

- you will search the regions to the east.

- Right.

- What do we do, sir?

- You're dismissed, Ballantine.

MacChesney, you and Cutter

will leave tomorrow with a stronger...

Ballantine, you're dismissed.

You and Cutter will take

a stronger detachment tomorrow...

into Tantrapur, to finish your work.

Maj. Mitchell and I will be in close touch

with you at all times on either flank.

Keep your eyes open for Thugs.

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