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Aye, and perhaps information that may save India and proofs that will hang our friends in the Palace of Lalpuri. Mul, Badshah!" The storm had burst on India. In the Khyber Pass there was fiercer fighting than even that blood-stained defile had ever seen.
"Your brother is quite all right. Once he gets to a safe distance from Badshah the pony will pull up. Horses are always afraid of elephants until they get used to them. See, he is slowing up already." When the girl was satisfied that her brother was in no danger she smiled at the dramatic abruptness of his departure. "Poor Fred! He must have been awfully worried over me," she said.
When the servants came to the factory to say that Kitty had galloped home with broken reins and without you, I thought you had been killed." "Oh, Fred, I've had such an adventure," she cried gaily. "You'll say it served me right. Wait until I get down. But how am I to do so, Major Dermot?" "The elephant will kneel down. Hold on tightly," he replied. "Buth, Badshah."
A few had not shed their first woolly coat; and many of the male babies could not boast of even the tiniest tusks. Badshah was now completely surrounded, for the elephants had closed in on him from every side. He raised his trunk. At once the nearest animals extended theirs towards him. These he touched, and they in their turn touched those of their neighbours beyond his reach.
Then he saw that the elephants were moving into single file, the formation in which they always march. Badshah alone remained where he was. Then the enormous gathering broke up and began to move. The oldest elephants led; and the line commenced to defile by Badshah, who stood as if passing them in review.
Only when well clear of the houses did Frank and Muriel venture to converse in their own language. Wargrave narrated all that had happened to him since they had parted. He described his many fruitless attempts to cross the frontier, his fortunate meeting with Badshah and the marvellous way in which the wonderful animal had helped him.
But he understood her, and long after he had vanished from sight she seemed to feel the friendly pressure of his hand on hers. When she went to her rooms the tears filled her eyes, as she kissed the fingers that his had held. Out in the forest the Major led the way on Badshah, the ponies of his followers keeping at a respectful distance from the elephant.
From the near bank to where Badshah stood the forest was free from undergrowth, which came to within a score of yards of the far bank. Badshah smelled the ground, and the other elephants followed his example and, when they scented the tiger's trail, began to be restless and excited.
We couldn't leave those poor women and children and the servants." "I forgot them. No; you're right. Well, I haven't lost all hope. I have great faith in old Badshah. I shouldn't be surprised if he got us out of this scrape, as he did before." "Oh, I forgot him. I believe he'll help us still," cried the girl. "Where did you leave him?" "He left me.
The interior was as black as midnight, and the soldier had to lie flat on the elephant's skull to save his own head. Suddenly a blinding light made him close his eyes, as Badshah burst out of the darkness of the tunnel into the dazzling glare of the sunshine.
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