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Updated: June 26, 2025
An approving chorus from the attendants answered her, interrupted by Gerrard's reminder that four minutes had passed. "What is it you command me to do?" she demanded desperately. "To seal the sanad and send the Rajah to accompany me with it to Kunwar Sher Singh's house at once, that he may invest him without delay then to summon another durbar, so that men's minds may be set at ease.
When the moment of parting came, his hands had to be forcibly unclasped, and he subsided on his cushions a limp and sobbing little bundle, only restrained from screams of passion by receiving leave to open the wrappers of any illustrated papers if Gerrard's mail came in during his absence. The journey to Adamkot was not eventful.
"If we had only known you were alive, Bob!" "Oh, don't think I'm trying to make your flesh creep. All's well that ends well, and it's a useful experience to have been through. Shows a fellow he can stand a good deal more than he ever thought he could, I mean. But perhaps it was just as well it was me and not you." "Complimentary, as usual!" Gerrard's laugh was a little forced.
Without the excitement of the chase to stimulate them, the men flagged after their long night's work, and it was a dispirited and sulky-looking band that watched the victorious Bombay troop ride proudly by, escorting their captives. The conquerors expressed their feelings by gestures of derision, which Gerrard's men were too much crushed to return, and vanished ahead in a cloud of dust.
"Very distant and suitable, I'm sure!" muttered Mrs Jardine, much disappointed, but Honour did not hear her. "You have not asked for any message for yourself," she murmured, looking at Gerrard's sword-belt as if she had never seen one quite like it before. "I did not venture it is only your kindness that makes you think of it," he stammered. "Perhaps you would rather not have it?"
Thus they rode back, the Rajah on a humble pony, with Gerrard on the great horse on his right, and Kharrak Singh, extremely discontented with Gerrard's plain saddle, relegated to his left.
The trusted councillors looked unutterable things at all Gerrard's suggestions, and military and civil officials combined to defeat all his arrangements by means of the dead weight of their inertia.
Rukn-ud-din pondered sagely this most undeserved aspersion on Gerrard's sincerity. "It is well thought of," he said. "Moreover, it seemed to me but now that I heard a cry or gasp. What if it were Jirad Sahib's voice calling to us, and we have failed him?" "We will succour him at once," said Amrodh Chand.
One man went down with a bullet from Gerrard's revolver in his brain, but his place was instantly taken by one of those at the back, and the next few minutes saw several shots wasted. Suddenly another sound than the clash of arms struck on Gerrard's ear the grinding noise made by the turning-stone.
The heads of the goldsmiths' guild had been warned to be in attendance early in the morning, and they came with a mixture of surly defiance and ostentation of poverty that showed they expected Gerrard's financial expedient to take the form of obtaining a forced loan from them.
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