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It's a woman, you know." "Aha!" said Labertouche, and "Ah!" said Amber, "with a click of his teeth, while the woman on his arm clung to him the closer. "I thought we'd better bring her to you, for she said ..." Rowan paused, embarrassed, and took a fresh start. "My men got to the ford just as she was coming ashore with three other men, and the whole pack took to cover on this side.
Sophia cried aloud with alarm; Labertouche swore outright, heedless; and Amber put himself before her, drawing his revolver, heartsick with the conviction that they were trapped, that their labour had gone all for naught, that all futilely had they schemed and dared....
"Have this for me to-night come to the bungalow at seven," he said. "And ... I shall probably not be at the office again for several days." "Insects?" enquired the clerk. "Insects," affirmed Mr. Labertouche gravely. "In the Mofussil?" "There or thereabouts, Frank." "Yes, sir. I presume you don't feel the need of a capable assistant yet?" "Not yet, Frank," said Labertouche kindly. "Be patient.
"For the present we may dismiss it as simply what it pretends to be a token, a sign by which one man shall know another.... Wear it but turn the stone in; and keep your hands in your pockets when we're outside." Amber obeyed. "We'll be going, now?" "Yes." Labertouche rose, throwing away his cigar and stamping out its fire. "But the Farrells?" "Forgive me; I had forgotten.
Somewhat mollified and reflecting, at the same time, that this was all but a part of the game, to be expected by those who patronise rest-houses off the beaten roads of travel, the Virginian returned to his charpoy and immediately lapsed into a singularly disquieting dream.... He was strolling by the border of the lake when a coot swam in and hailed him in English; and when he stopped to look the coot lifted an A.D.T. messenger-boy's cap and pleaded with him to sign his name in a little black book, promising that, if he did so, it would be free to doff its disguise and be Labertouche again.
So Amber signed "Pink Satin" in the book and the coot stood up and said, "I'm not Labertouche at all, but Ram Nath, and Ram Nath is only another name for Har Dyal Rutton, and besides you had better come away at once, for the Eye thou dost wear upon thy finger never sleeps and it's only a paste Token anyway."
He took her hand and drew it through his arm. "Run to earth at last!" cried Labertouche. "I wonder " "If my hope's good for anything," Amber laughed, less because he felt like laughing than for the purpose of reassuring Sophia, "this will be the gentleman who trained the Hooded Death to dance, or else he who "
Amber looked him over as closely as he could in the dim light, but found him wholly a stranger merely a low-caste Hindu, counterpart of a million others to be encountered daily in the highways and bazaars of India. The Virginian's rising hope that he might prove to be Labertouche failed for want of encouragement; the intruder was of a stature the Englishman could by no means have counterfeited.
"See here," said Labertouche, with pardonable impatience; "I'm presuming that you know enough of Indian history to be aware that the Rutton dynasty in Khandawar is the proudest and noblest in India; it has descended in right line from the Sun. There's not a living Hindu but will acknowledge its supremacy, be he however ambitious.
"I've had no chance, as yet " "Not another word, my dear Miss Farrell!" Labertouche protested, acutely uncomfortable. "To've been able to help you out of the scrape is enough."
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