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They are inquisitive people, and they always seem to wish to know those three things first. These are my men," said Ranjoor Singh. "No more may reach Wassmuss unless they have the money with them!" said the Kurd, very truculently. "Two days ago we let by the last party of men who carried only talk. Now we want only money!" "Who was ever helped by impatience?" asked Ranjoor Singh.
"He is as beautiful as an angel," I said, wishing to give him his due. "What business have men with such beauty as that?" asked Gregorios, scornfully. "I would rather look like a Kurd hamál than like Alexander Patoff. He is spoiling Paul's life. Not that I care!" he added, shrugging his shoulders. "No," I said, "it is none of our business.
I saw his eyes look inward, meditating treachery, not only to Wassmuss, but to us, too. But Ranjoor Singh detected that quicker than I did. "Let us neglect no points," he said, and the Kurd brought his mind back with an effort from considering plans against us.
Though I suppose if they hadn't I wouldn't have ridden home this way, and I wouldn't have discovered that man. Maybe it'll be a good thing, in the end." Just how "good" this chance was to prove to Dave, the young cowboy little dreamed. "Here Kurd! Kurd!" he called, as he approached the horse. Dave wondered how Mr. Bellmore had hit on that odd name. "Here, Kurd!" the youth called.
"So that he may divide it among others?" asked Ranjoor Singh, and I saw the Kurd wince. "Gold is gold!" he went on. "Who art thou to let by an opportunity?" "Speak plain words," said the Kurd. "Here?" said Ranjoor Singh. "Here in this defile, where men might come on us from the rear at any minute?" "That they can not do," the Kurd answered, "for my men watch from overhead."
But each successive order was in turn cancelled. About 2 o'clock news came in that the Turks were massing in the woods near Dueidar Trench, and that we were required to keep an eye on them. The 6th H.L.I. were already across and the Argylls, followed by the 7th and ourselves, again negotiated Kurd Valley, getting slightly mixed up with a battalion of the 74th Division on the way.
"Nevertheless," said Ranjoor Singh, "I will speak no plain words here." The Kurd looked long at him at least a whole minute. Then he wiped his nose on the long sleeve of his tunic and turned about. "Come in peace!" he said, spurring his horse. Ranjoor Singh followed him, and we followed Ranjoor Singh, without one word spoken or order given.
"True," said Ranjoor Singh, "therefore trust me, for I am a Sikh from India." "I know nothing of Sikhs, or of India," said the Kurd. "Gold I know in the dark, by its jingle and weight, but who knows the heart of a man?" "Then listen," said Ranjoor Singh. "If you and your men seize the gold, you must bear the blame. When the Turks come later on for vengeance, you will hang.
Fred took the two prisoners aside and in Persian, which every Kurd can understand and speak after a fashion, offered them their choice between telling the whole truth or being handed over to Armenians.
"Nay," said the Kurd, "we are a patient folk! We have waited eighteen days for sight of this gold for Wassmuss. It should have been here fifteen days ago, so Wassmuss said, but we are willing to wait eighteen more. Until it comes, none else shall pass!" I was watching Ranjoor Singh very closely indeed, and I saw that he saw daylight, as it were, through darkness.
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