Then, the East being the East in all things, a solitary; trooper picked up the scent and gave tongue, as a true hound guides the pack. "Who is she?" he wondered, loud enough for fifty men to hear. From out of a cloud of horse-dust, where a stable helper on probation combed a tangled tail, came one word of swift enlightenment. "Yasmini!" "Ah-h-h-h!"