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"I've come to the conclusion," said McClean, "that there are more than just Joanna to be trusted. There is Ali Partab, and who knows how many?"
A moment later it was moving at a gallop; two minutes later it was backed against the wall, and Rosemary McClean stepped out behind three protecting squadrons that had not suffered perceptibly from what they would have scorned to call a battle.
"Well, and didn't Mrs. Gardner lose her two and that brother of hers? and I never heard their place was haunted; and didn't two die out of the Trueman house? and ever so many more all over town? It was a dreadful sickly summer." "And Sarah Jane McClean was taken sick there with fever." "Well, they had dirt enough to account for anything.
He would rein in again to let her draw once more ahead. Rosemary McClean knew quite well who was following her, and knew, too, that she could do nothing to prevent him.
It was quite clear, though, that she wished not to be noticed, that she feared the occupants of the caravansary, and that she had returned for word with Ali Partab. He, least of all, would have doubted her intention of demanding the two gold mohurs, for it was she who had brought the word that Miss McClean wanted him.
Then whatever these fool Rangars choose to do, I swear by Siva and the Rites of Siva that I will hurry to the Company's aid!" Rosemary McClean shuddered, and he knew it. But that fact rather added to his pleasure. The wolf prefers a cowering, frightened prey even though he dare fight on occasion. She was thinking against time.
The poor old king of the poet's imagining, declaiming up above the cliffs of Dover, could have put no more pathos into those immortal lines than did Duncan McClean as he paced up and down between the hot wars of the darkened room. The dry air parched his throat, and his ambition seemed to shrivel in him as he saw the brave little woman who was all he had sobbing with her head between her hands.
"Then remove these people to the place where they were, and afterward admit him without his guards!" "I demand permission to speak with this Alwa-sahib!" said McClean. "Remove them!" Two spear-armed custodians of the door advanced. Resistance was obviously futile.
Fifteen minutes later she emerged with Ali Partab, who looked sleepy, but still more ashamed of his unmilitary dishabille. Rosemary McClean glanced left and right forgot about the awning and the custom which decrees aloofness ignored the old woman's waving arm and Ali Partab's frown, and rode toward him eagerly. "Did Mahommed Gunga-sahib leave you here with any orders relative to me?" she asked.
"Then I understood perhaps I was mistaken I thought it was his man who came?" "Praised be Allah, I am his man, sahib!" "Oh! I wonder whether my servants praise God for the privilege!" McClean made the remark only half-aloud and in English.
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