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Updated: June 8, 2025


Alwa's grandfather had come by it through complicated bargaining and dowry-contracts, and Alwa now held it as the rallying-point for the Rangars thereabout. But its defensibility was practically all the crag fort had to offer by way of attraction.

"It is true, then, that Howrah has designs on the missionary's daughter? Alwa is to keep her prisoner until the great blow is struck, and Howrah dare take possession of her?" "That is not my business," answered Ali Partab, with the air of a man who knew all of the secret details but would not admit it. Jaimihr began to think that he had lit at random on the answer to the riddle.

He turned to Alwa, and looked straight into his eyes. "Are you satisfied with the guarantee?" he asked. "Sahib, I am more than satisfied!" "Good!

He knew that Alwa and the Rangars would not help him unless Jaimihr first attacked him, for Alwa would be sure to stand on the strict letter of his oath. And he was afraid of the Rangars. He feared that they might protect him and depose him afterward. He reasoned that that, too, might be construed into a strict interpretation of the terms of Alwa's promise! He consented to collect his army.

"Go ahead!" she nodded. "I'll obey!" "And I will not prevent!" said Duncan McClean, smiling and straightening his spectacles. Cunningham left them and walked over to the parapet, where the whole garrison was bending excitedly now above the battlement. There were more than forty men, most of them clustered near Alwa and Mahommed Gunga. Mahommed Gunga was busy counting.

He drew his own mare back a little, and returned their salute with full military dignity. "Reeeecee turn sabres!" ordered Alwa, and that movement was accomplished better. He rode once, slowly, down the long front rank, letting each man look him over then back again along the rear rank, risking a kick or two, for there was little room between them and the cliff. He was not choking now.

The thousand horses in his stables, he reflected, would mount a thousand of the Rangars and place at his disposal a regiment of cavalry which would be difficult to beat; but a thousand mounted Mohammedans might be a worse thorn in his side than even his brother or the priests. He decided to write to Alwa, but to open negotiations with a very thin and delicately inserted wedge. He could write.

"Then I understand that you undertake to obey my orders without question until such time as a senior to me can be found to take over the command." "That is contingent on the agreement," hesitated Alwa. "I would like your word of honor, Alwa-sahib." "I pledge that not lightly, sahib." "For that very good reason I am asking for it. I shall know how far to trust when I have your word of honor!"

"And you left your squadron leaderless without my permission!" answered Cunningham. "You too! Mahommed Gunga!" "But, sahib!" "Do you prefer to argue or obey?" Mahommed Gunga flushed and rode back. Alwa grinned and started after him.

You saw the woman ride past here a half-hour gone? There is a pile of tinder ready here, and any fool of a priest can make a spark! There will be a rising, and a big one!" "There will! Of a truth, there will!" Alwa, his cousin, crossed one leg above the other with a clink of spurs and scabbard. He had no objection to betraying interest, but declined for the present to betray his hand.

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