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shouting that they were not to begin throwing yet. Then he stepped forward to address the Europeans.<br />
He was a strong debonair fellow of about thirty, with down-curving moustaches, wearing a singlet,<br />
with his longyi kilted to the knee.<br />
‘What is the meaning of this?’ Mr Macgregor repeated.<br />
The man spoke up with a cheerful grin, and not very insolently.<br />
‘We have no quarrel with you, min gyi. We have come for the timber merchant, Ellis.’ (He<br />
pronounced it Ellit). ‘The boy whom he struck this morning has gone blind. You must send Ellit out to<br />
us here, so that we can punish him. The rest of you will not be hurt.’<br />
‘Just remember that fellow’s face,’ said Ellis over his shoulder to Flory. ‘We’ll get him seven years<br />
for this afterwards.’<br />
Mr Macgregor had turned temporarily quite purple. His rage was so great that it almost choked<br />
him. For several moments he could not speak, and when he did so it was in English.<br />
‘Whom do you think you are speaking to? In twenty years I have never heard such insolence! Go<br />
away this instant, or I shall call out the Military Police!’<br />
‘You had better be quick, mitt gyi. We know that there is no justice for us in your courts, so we<br />
must punish Ellit ourselves. Send him out to us here. Otherwise, all of you will weep for it.’<br />
Mr Macgregor made a furious motion with his fist, as though hammering in a nail. ‘Go away, son of<br />
a dog!’ he cried, using his first oath in many years.<br />
There was a thunderous roar from the road, and such a shower of stones that everyone was hit,<br />
including the Burmans on the path. One stone took Mr Macgregor full in the face, almost knocking him<br />
down. The Europeans bolted hastily inside and barred the door. Mr Macgregor’s spectacles were<br />
smashed and his nose streaming blood. They got back to the lounge to find Mrs Lackersteen looping<br />
about in one of the long chairs like a hysterical snake, Mr Lackersteen standing irresolutely in the<br />
middle of the room, holding an empty bottle, the butler on his knees in the corner, crossing himself (he<br />
was a Roman Catholic), the chokras crying, and only Elizabeth calm, though she was very pale.<br />
‘What’s happened?’ she exclaimed.<br />
‘We’re in the soup, that’s what’s happened!’ said Ellis angrily, feeling at the back of his neck where<br />
a stone had hit him. ‘The Burmans are all round, shying rocks. But keep calm! They haven’t the guts to<br />
break the doors in.’<br />
‘Call out the police at once!’ said Mr Macgregor indistinctly, for he was stanching his nose with his<br />
handkerchief.<br />
‘Can’t!’ said Ellis. ‘I was looking round while you were talking to them. They’ve cut us off, rot<br />
their damned souls! No one could possibly get to the police lines. Veraswami’s compound is full of<br />
men.’<br />
‘Then we must wait. We can trust them to turn out of their own accord. Calm yourself, my dear Mrs<br />
Lackersteen, please calm yourself! The danger is very small.’<br />
It did not sound small. There were no gaps in the noise now, and the Burmans seemed to be pouring<br />
into the compound by hundreds. The din swelled suddenly to such a volume that no one could make<br />
himself heard except by shouting. All the windows in the lounge had been shut, and some perforated<br />
zinc shutters within, which were sometimes used for keeping out insects, pulled to and bolted. There