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Colonel Kirby was a very proud man. We were prouder than he, except when we thought of Ranjoor Singh. Then, as it were out of the night itself, there came a message by word of mouth from Ranjoor Singh saying he will be with us before the blood shall run.
The German noticed that his eyes glowed, but the rest of him was all calm dignity. "We have met before," said the German, rising. "You are the Sikh with whom I spoke the other night the Sikh officer the squadron leader!" "Ja!" said Ranjoor Singh; and the one word startled the German so that he caught his breath. "Sie sprechen Deutsch?" "Ja wohl!"
Tugendheim of course protested vehemently that he would do no such thing, when ordered to write. But Ranjoor Singh ordered the barrel of a Turkish soldier's rifle thrust in the fire, and the German did not protest to the point of permitting his feet to be singed.
I am a soldier! Are you a cur?" "God forbid, sahib! "Arjan Singh! Repeat that message to me word for word, please, not as a favor, nor as obeying an order, but as a friend of Ranjoor Singh to a friend of Ranjoor Singh!" "The message was to the squadron, not to me, sahib." "Are you not of the squadron?" "Make it an order, sahib!" "Certainly not nor a favor either!" "Sahib, I "
Our British officers said nothing, doubtless not suspecting the distrust; for it was a byword that Ranjoor Singh held the honor of the squadron in his hand. Yet of all the squadron only the officers and I now trusted him the Sikh officers because they imitated the British; the British because faith is a habit with them, once pledged, and I God knows.
I am sorry that I called thee buffalo. My heart goes out ever to a brave man, Ranjoor Singh!" He was actually at her side, her clothes touched his, and he could have flung his arms around her. But it was the move next after that which seemed obscure.
Having agreed to lie, Ranjoor Singh lied with such audacity and so much skill that it would have needed Yasmini to dare disbelieve him. The German sat in state near Yasmini's great window and received, one after another, liars by the dozen from the hills where lies are current coin.
That young captain was greatly impressed with the story we had told about Ranjoor Singh, and he called me back afterward and asked me a hundred questions more until he must have known the very color of my entrails and I knew not which way I faced. To all of this a senior officer of the Intelligence Department listened with both ears, and presently he and the captain talked together.
The bunkers were about empty. It was because there was so little coal that the Germans trusted us alone on board." "Yet, why let the Turks have the steamer?" asked Gooja Singh, bound, now that he was started, to prove himself in the right. "They will float about until daylight and then send signals. Then will come Turks and Germans!" "Nay!" said Ranjoor Singh. "No so, for I sank the steamer!
With our coats off, and a meal before us, and the mud and rain for-gotten, we all began to feel almost happy; and while we were in that mood Ranjoor Singh came to us with Tugendheim at his heels. "The plan now is to keep us here a week," said he. "After that to send us to Gallipoli by steamer." Sahib, there was uproar!
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