The fusillade of stones increased, bouncing from the road and the walled compounds on either side. Jack heard women"s voices from the houses, screaming to encourage the men. A boy about eight years old appeared, wielding a long Khyber knife and gesticulating toward the Guides. Jack had never seen such an evil expression on the face of a child.
A single shot sounded, followed by another. Jack saw a man kneel to fire his jezzail, with the long barrel swinging to aim at him.
That"s enough, fellow! Stones are one thing, bullets something else! Swearing, Jack levelled his revolver and fired a quick shot. The jezzail man did not flinch; he levelled his weapon, but before he could shoot a surge of the mob obstructed his aim.
That"s enough, fellow! Stones are one thing, bullets something else!"
