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He saw me at last, and brought his hundred men down the ramp at a run. "Join Monty," I shouted, "and help him clear the woods." He led his men into the trees like a pack of hounds in full cry, and I limped after them, arriving breathless in time to see the Turks in front of Monty in full retreat, fearful because the Rajput's cavalry had turned their flank.
"He who will attend to it that you do no more!" Monty's smooth voce had become without inflection. "Bah! That is easy, isn't it? You are four to one!" "Five to one!" The Rajput's gruff throat thrilled with a new emotion. He sprang suddenly past me, and thrust himself between Monty and the German, who took advantage of the opportunity to walk away.
But neither were we destined to remain up there very long. We heard colossal thumping in the kahveh beneath us and presently the Rajput's head reappeared through the opening in the roof. "The fools are barricading the door," he shouted. "They make sure that an enemy outside could burn us inside without hindrance!" At that Kagig came along the roof to our corner and looked into Monty's eyes.
She met no man, although she pawed the ground at a place where eight ridden horses had crossed soft ground a day ago." Kagig nodded, recognizing truth a rather rare gift. If the Rajput's guess was wrong and Maga did know shame, at any rate she did not choose that moment to betray it. "Oh, very well!" she sneered. "There were eight horses. They were galloping. The track was nine hours old."
But his line was as old as Monty's, and he died in the same cause and the selfsame battle, so we chose to do his body honor; and if the prayers that Fred remembered, and the other cheerfuller prayers that Gloria knew, were an offense to the Rajput's lingering ghost, we hoped he might forgive us because of friendship, and esteem, and the homage we did to his valor in burying his body there.
All the same the interruption prevented Dearest-Lady's question from being answered, for the spell was broken. "Yea! thou wilt be true to the very uttermost, of that I am sure," said Dearest-Lady, half pleased, half amused at the young Râjput's quick leap to arms, "and so long as I have charge of the Heir-to-Empire thou shalt be his esquire. So go call the litter-men, boy, it is time we returned.
Nothing but Monty's voice prevented blows. He rapped out a string of sudden rhetoric in the Rajput's own guttural tongue, and Rustum Khan drew back four paces. "Send him back, Colonel sahib!" he urged. "Send that one back! He and Umm Kulsum will be the death of us!" Fred went off into a peal of laughter that did nothing to calm the Rajput's ruffled temper. "Who was Umm Kulsum?"
A camp-chair creaked under the descending Rajput's weight, and creaked again as he remembered to settle himself less stiffly less guiltily. "I say, I'm going to ask you chaps to do me a favor. You don't mind obliging me now and then, do you?"
The fact that the Brigadier had sent no message other than the sword was probably the Rajput's chief reason for talking in riddles still to Cunningham. The silence went straight to his Oriental heart so to speak, set the key for him to play to.
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