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"I follow Cunnigan-bahadur!" said Mahommed Gunga; and he spurred off to his squadron. Alwa could see nothing better than to follow suit, for Cunningham closed his lips tight in a manner unmistakable. And whatever Alwa's misgivings might have been, he had the sense and the soldierly determination not to hint at them to his men.
I was a young man when Cunnigan-bahadur raised a regiment and licked the half of Rajputana into shape with it. Not too old, sahib, to wish there were another Cunnigan to ride with!" "Well, Mahommed Gunga, you're closer to your wish than you suppose! Young Cunningham's gazetted, and probably just about starting on his way out here via the Cape of Good Hope.
"Then, I can only accept his hospitality as the representative of my government! I stay here officially, or not at all. It is for him to answer!" "Now, Allah be praised!" swore Mahommed Gunga. "I knew we had a man! That is well said, sahib!" "The son of Cunnigan-bahadur is welcome here on any terms at all!" growled Alwa when Mahommed Gunga had translated.
He knew what "Cunnigan-bahadur" would have done. He swore by Cunnigan-bahadur. And the memory of that same dead, desperately honest Cunningham he swore that no personal profit or convenience or safety should be allowed to stand between him and what was honorable and right! Mahommed Gunga had no secrets from himself; nor lack of imagination.
The Rajput spoke with a strangely constrained voice all of a sudden, but the Commissioner did not notice it; he was too busy pulling on a wool-lined jacket to ward off the evening chill. "Well, risaldar what then?" "I think that I could teach the son of Cunnigan-bahadur to be worth his salt." "If you'll teach him to be properly respectful to his betters I'll be grateful to you, Mahommed Gunga."
If they cannot, then I am for Rajputana, not India India may burn or rot or burst to pieces, so long as Rajputana stands! But " He paused a moment, and looked at each man in turn, and tapped his sabre-hilt, " if a Cunnigan-bahadur were among us a man whom I could trust to lead me and mine and every man I would lend him my sword for the sheer honor of helping him hack truth out of corruption!
"Yes dust lance-heads one two three divisions, coming in a hurry." Being on rising ground, he saw the distant relieving force much sooner than the rebels did, and he knew that it was help for him on the way some time before the first of the five gallopers careered into the camp, and shouted: "Cunnigan-bahadur comes with fifteen hundred!" "Fifteen hundred," muttered Byng.
"Cunnigan-sahib's respects, General-sahib! He asks leave to call his men off, saying that he has done all the damage possible with only fifteen hundred." "Yes. Call 'em off and send Cunningham to me. How did he shape?" "Like a son of Cunnigan-bahadur! General-sahib-salaam!" "No. Here, you old ruffian shake hands, will you? Now send Cunningham to me."
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