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Order the maharajah's guards away! It's a little previous. His officers will try to make trouble of course. But an apology at the proper time will cover that." "What's the new excitement?" asked the colonel. "More murders? More princesses out at night?" "This is between you and me. Not a word to a living soul, De Wing!" Samson paused, then whispered: "The treasure of Sialpore!"
We will turn back quietly to the Maharajah's land if the priest-sahib will allow us to camp out for the night here." I glanced at Hilda and Lady Meadowcroft. I must say their bearing under these trying circumstances was thoroughly worthy of two English ladies. They stood erect, looking as though all Tibet might come, and they would smile at it scornfully.
The captain and I and Mackenzie viewed it as tabooed matter: a thing to be locked up in memory, just as, in fact, it was hidden away in some cunningly-wrought receptacle in the Major's cabin. One day at dinner, however, when we were about a week out from Calcutta, Major Hood spoke of the Maharajah's gift.
Priest-sahib say, cut all Eulopean throats. Let Nepaul man go back like him come, to him own country." I looked as if the message were purely indifferent to me. "Tell him," I said, smiling though at some little effort "we were not trying to enter Tibet. Our rascally guide misled us. We were going to Kulak, in the Maharajah's territory.
They say many curious things are in his house. Let us ride past it. In his whole life Sunni had never heard such an interesting piece of news before even Tooni's, about the Maharajah's horseman, was nothing to this. 'Why is he come? he asked, putting his little red Arab into a trot. 'To bring your gods to the Rajputs. 'I have no gods, declared Sunni. 'Kali is so ugly I have no heart for her.
For it was long indeed since the Colonel had been down; and though he wrote pretty regularly, first to one and then to the other, excusing himself on the ground that he had been very busy of late over Indian business connected with the late Maharajah's affairs, letters did not mean a day's holiday ending with a pleasant dinner and a long talk about old days in Dour.
"If you could give me an introduction to the princess they say she's difficult to see some sort of letter that would get me past the maharajah's guards," she answered. "I can. I will. The girl's a minor. I've the right to appoint some one to visit her and make all proper inquiries. I appoint you." "Give me a letter now and I'll go tonight."
But the crisis was grave; he could not sacrifice his men to a child's scruple; he could not let himself be defied. He took out his watch, and made his face hard. 'Then, said he coldly, 'you are either the Maharajah's deserter or his spy. If you have deserted, I am disposed to send you back to him, since you are of no use to us. If you are his spy, it is my duty to have you shot.
The Indians among them, wildly excited, brandished their lances and uttered fierce cries as they galloped along. Their Maharajah's speedier mount again took the lead; but even in India sport is democratic and his nobles, attendants and soldiers all tried to overtake and pass him. The white men, as is their wont, rode in silence but none the less keenly excited.
Before His Highness had time to take up his other rifle, a second galloped out of the jungle and charged straight at the Maharajah's elephant. The elephant spun round to avoid the furious onslaught and in the meantime the Maharajah managed to raise his gun and, getting in his shot in spite of the gyrations of the elephant, laid out rhino No. 2 in grand style to the applause of his companions.
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