“Perhaps it isn’t true,” I exclaimed, but a tiny voice that I alone could hear said: “It is true.” Fiam, on my collar, had listened to the conversation. I saluted the colonel and went into my tent. I started to light a candle, but Fiam stopped me: “Don’t make a light. If they see a light they may shoot you in the back.” So we stayed in the dark, and Fiam went on: “Take hold of me. I am on your shoulder. Now put on my waterproof,” he ordered. “Why?” “It is necessary for me to keep dry.” “What are you going to do?” “Don’t lose time. Do as I say. It is for the good of all.” I reached for the tin-foil that I kept behind a book, wondering what his words meant. When I had dressed him he said: “You wish me well?” “With all my heart.” “Then obey me, and have faith in me. Carry me outside the tent, walk twenty-five steps toward the north, then put me on the ground and leave me.” “Toward the north? Be careful—that way lies the mine they intend to explode under us.” “Yes; be quiet—there isn’t a moment to lose.” I was very much impressed by his earnestness and emotion. I went out, holding him near my face in my hand and spoke to him tenderly. I felt it to be a solemn moment. “Fiam, what are you going to do?” “I have already told you that I love him.” “Whom?” “Prince Funato. And that I am ready to protect, to defend and save him even if it means my death.” “And then?” I asked anxiously. “Well, the time has come. I am going to save him.” “But how?” “I am going to set fire to the mine, and so make a way out for him and his soldiers. Go back to your tent and send this message: ‘To-morrow will be a day of victory.’ It is the last thing I shall tell you, my dear good foreign friend.” “Fiam, you are crazy. You will never succeed, never.” “Why not? It will take me seven hours to go from here to the mine. A man could go in a few minutes, but my legs are so short. I shall run. I shall run faster than seems possible to you. But I shall be seven hours at least.” “But the mine is hidden; you can’t find it.” “I can see what a man can’t. I am a match, but I am also a Haji. I know about the mine; do you know how? Because I saw it when they were making it and we were forty miles off. I shall find it easily. I shall go directly to the dynamite, and light it myself.” “But you will die,” I said in horror. “Yes, but what is my life compared to that of so many people and the possibility of victory? Don’t you think I ought to sacrifice myself?” [Illustration: “I PUT HIM ON THE GROUND”] I couldn’t answer. I was too sorrowful. Suddenly Fiam said: “Here we must part. Good-bye. Think of me sometimes. I have cared a great deal for you.” I couldn’t control my tears. “Fiam,” I protested, “let me carry you a hundred feet further.” “No, it is useless. We must part now. Put me on the ground.” “Good-bye.” I put him on the ground and leaned down to him.