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Updated: July 7, 2025
Overheard whisperings, and trapped me a hyena I must feed! Now thou sayest, 'Torture him! He is a Rangar, and of good stock; therefore, no amount of torturing will make him speak.
He motioned with the cigarette toward a tent pitched quite a hundred yards away from the others and from the Rangar's own; with the Rangar's and the cluster of tents for the men it made an equilateral triangle, so that both he and the Rangar had privacy.
Rangar retired to do so, and returned presently to report that Bonbright and a young lady had dined there, but had not been seen after they left the table. Nobody could say when they went away from the club. "Call Malcolm Lightener at his office. Once the boy stayed at his house." Rangar made the call, and, not able to repress the malice that was in him, went some steps beyond his directions. Mr.
His father retired, but in no refreshing sleep.... On that day no progress had been made with the Marquis Lafayette. That work required a calm that Mr. Foote could not master. His first act after seating himself at his desk was to summon Rangar. "My son was not at home last night," he said. "I have not seen him since yesterday morning. I hope you can give me an account of him."
He addressed it in plain English to his friend the general at Peshawur, taking great care lest the Rangar read it through those sleepy, half-closed eyes of his.
The boy pocketed the bill and handed over the message, which Rangar read and returned to him. Then Rangar drove to the office from which the boy had come and dispatched a message of his own, one not covered by his instructions from Mr. Foote. It was a private matter with him, inspired by an incident of the morning having to do with a rumpled necktie and a ruffled dignity.
A rangar came up to the prince and spoke to him a slim, young-looking man, a head the shorter of the two, with a turban rather low over his eyes, and the loose end of it, for some reason, across the lower half of his face. Dick nudged Tess, and she nodded. After that Utirupa appeared to speak in low tones to each member of his own team. "I beg your pardon. What was that you said?" asked Dick.
He had about made up his mind that to wait would be quite within a strict interpretation of his orders, as well as infinitely more agreeable to himself, when the Rangar answered his thoughts again as if he had spoken them aloud. "She left this with me, saying I am to give it to you!
I recognized Yasmini's scent on your envelope. It's peculiar to her one of her monopolies!" "No. I'm told she went North yesterday." "Not by train, she didn't! It's my business to know that!" King did not answer; nor did he look surprised. He was watching Rewa Gunga, followed by a servant, hurrying to a reserved compartment at the front end of the train. The Rangar waved to him and he waved back.
There is not much to choose between the native impudence that dares intrude on a man's thoughts, and the insolence that understands it, and is rather too proud to care. "I'll bet you a hundred dibs," said the Rangar, "that she jolly well didn't fancy your being on the scene ahead of her! I'll bet you she decided to be there first and get control of the situation! Take me? You'd lose if you did!
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