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For a moment a pair of grey, tired eyes ran Dick over from head to foot in a careless scrutiny. Apparently, however, the scrutiny was favourable. "I am the Chief Commissioner. I am glad that you have come. My sister will give you some tea, and afterwards, if you are not tired, we might go for a ride together. You would like to see your room first." Ralston spoke with his usual indifference.
He liked airing his opinions, especially when there were several ladies within earshot. "What do I mean?" he said, with a pomposity carefully moulded upon the Colonel's mode of delivery on a guest-night. "I mean, my dear Mrs. Ralston, that which would have to be suppressed a rising among the native element of the State." "Ape!" growled Tommy under his breath.
There was earnest assurance in Hanani's voice such assurance as could not be disregarded. "I have told you the truth. The captain sahib is not dead. It was a false report." "Hanani! Are you sure?" Stella's hand gripped the ayah's shoulder with convulsive, strength. "Then who who was the sahib they shot in the jungle the sahib who died at the bungalow of Ralston sahib? Did Hafiz tell you that?"
"'Seceded! spoke the other, startled, as was evident from his voice. As for myself, I was trembling like a leaf, for I felt that the words were true, that the treason was already unfathomable, and that the Capitol was tumbling down about my ears long before it was finished. "'Seceded? Yes, I spoke the word! said Ralston, 'and you are not very likely to believe that I am mistaken.
Colonel McPheeters was among the former, and Captains Ralston and Story among the latter. The loss of the Federals prevented Weitzel from attempting a pursuit; and Mouton, who deemed it necessary to retire across Berwick's Bay, was not interrupted in his movement. With his forces well in hand, Mouton would have defeated Weitzel and retained possession of the Lafourche country.
Hod-carriers raced up swaying ladders, steam-winches puffed and snorted; great vats of lime and mortar blockaded the street. It was to have a great inner court upon which seven galleries would look down. Ralston boasted he would make it a hotel for travelers to talk of round the world. And no one in San Francisco doubted it.
"We will go this way," said Ralston, and he turned to the left and walked along a mud-walled lane between rich orchards heavy with fruit. For a mile they thus walked, and then Futteh Ali Shah stopped and said: "I am very anxious to have your Excellency's opinion of my horse. I am very proud of it." "Later on," said Ralston, carelessly.
At the far end of the courtyard there was a raised stone platform, and this part was roofed. At the back in the gloom he could see a great idol of the goddess, and in front, facing the courtyard, stood the lady from Gujerat. She was what Ralston expected to see a dancing girl of Northern India, a girl with a good figure, small hands and feet, and a complexion of an olive tint.
Or it might be the consequence of war. If the Chiltis rose in arms, undoubtedly we should carry it on to secure control of the country in the future. Well, it is the last alternative that we are face to face with now." "The Chiltis might rise!" cried Linforth. "There is that possibility," Ralston returned. "We don't mean on our own account to carry on the Road; but the Chiltis might rise."
Ralston smiled, and ordered up a company of Regulars. He himself rode out from Government House, and at the bend of the road he met the procession, with the lady from Gujerat at its head in a litter with drawn curtains of tawdry gold. As the procession came abreast of him a little brown hand was thrust out from the curtains, and the bearers and the rabble behind came to a halt.
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