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Alwa was swearing behind the thick teak door that closed behind him and Cunningham and Mahommed Gunga. "We have made a good beginning! With the wolf in a trap, what has the goat to dread? Howrah may chuckle himself to sleep! And I I, too, by the beard of God's prophet! I, too, may laugh, for, with Jaimihr under lock and key, what need is there to ride to the aid of a Hindoo Rajah?
Who knows how young Cunnigan will shape? Where is he? Overseas yet! He must prove himself, as his father did, before he can hope to lead a free regiment of horse!" "Then Cunnigan-bahadur's watch-word 'For the peace of India, is dead-died with him?" asked Mahommed Gunga. "We are each for our own again?" "I have spoken!" answered Alwa.
Alwa considered that his inviolable hospitality should be too well known and understood to call for any explanation or expression; he would have considered it an insult to the Sikh's intelligence to have mouthed a welcome; he let it go for granted. "Jaidev Singh galloper to Byng-bahadur. I bring a letter for the Risaldar Mahommed Gunga, or for Cunnigan-sahib, whichever I can find first."
"Send a hundred men, each with a flag of truce on his lance, to gallop through the city and call on Jaimihr's men to rally to me, if they wish protection against Howrah!" "Good, sahib! Good!" swore Alwa. "Howrah is the next danger! Make ready to fight Howrah!" "Attend to my orders, please!" smiled Cunningham, and Alwa did as he was told.
With little ceremony, he sent in word to Howrah that he wanted Alwa and the missionaries; he stated that his private honor was at stake, and that he would stop at nothing to wreak vengeance. He wanted the man who had dared invade his palace the man whom he had released and the two who were the prime cause of the outrage.
While getting rid of Jaimihr, she was endangering the liberty and life of Alwa the one man able to do anything for the McCleans! That thought sent her scooting over housetops, diving down dark alleyways, racing, dodging, hiding, dashing on again, and brought her in the nick of time to a ditch, from whose shelter she sprang and seized the hand of Ali Partab.
Before Alwa had thundered on Jaimihr's gate Joanna had mingled in the crowd outside the palace and was shrewdly questioning again.
At the opening, four horses two on either side slid, rump to the ground, until their noses touched the rock. Alwa and four dashed through and under; the rest recovered, spun on their haunches, and followed. The gongs boomed again down in the belly of the rock, and the gate clanged shut. "That was good," said Mahommed Gunga quietly. "Now, watch again!"
Mahommed Gunga saluted him, bolt-upright as a lance, and without the slightest change in his expression. "The word is sufficient, cousin!" Alwa returned his salute, and raised his voice in a gruff command. A saice outside the window woke as though struck by a stick sprang to his feet and passed the order on.
"You can hand him over to the custody of the first British column we can get in touch with, Alwa-sahib. That will relieve you of further responsibility to Howrah and will insure a fair trial of any issue there may be between yourself and Jaimihr." Alwa scowled. No Rajput likes the thought of litigation where affairs of honor are concerned.
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