Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 7, 2025
"Ask the Rangar," Courtenay suggested. "Where is he?" asked King. "Caught him coming down the Khyber on his black mare and arrested him. He's in the next room! I hope he's to be hanged. So that I can buy the mare," he added cheerfully. King whistled softly to himself, and the general looked at him through half-closed eyes. "Go in and talk to him, King. Let me know the result."
If you ever come out again, it shall be as you never dreamed, bearing arms you never saw yet, and you shall cut with your own hand the ties that bind you to England! Choose!" "I chose long ago," said King. "Are the gentle English never serious?" the Rangar asked.
Are you and I children, tossing stones into a pool to watch the rings widen!" "Lead on, then," answered King. Outside the station was a luxuriously modern victoria, with C springs and rubber tires, with horses that would have done credit to a viceroy. The Rangar motioned King to get in first, and the moment they were both seated the Rajput coachman set the horses to going like the wind.
Live in the open when I can, sleep with the lice when it rains or snows, eat dead goat and bad bread, I expect; scratch myself when I'm not looking, and take a tub at the first opportunity. When you see me on my way back, have a bath made ready for me, will you and keep to windward!" "Certainly!" said Courtenay. "What's the Rangar going to do with that mare of his?
The rangar disappeared into the crowd before the teams rode out for the fourth encounter, and Tess, who had made up her mind to watch the shuttered carriages that stood in line together in a roped enclosure of their own, became too busy with the game. Something had happened to the Rajputs.
He could not bring his pride to allow him to seek out Bonbright in person, but sent Rangar as his ambassador. Rangar found Bonbright in his room, reading a book devoted to the ailments of the internal-combustion engine, and acquitted himself of his mission with that degree of diplomacy which his desire for success dictated. "Well?" said Bonbright, as the door opened to admit the ambassador.
"One," said the Rangar, and King was instantly suspicious of the modesty of that allowance; however he wrote out a pass for Rewa Gunga and one servant and gave it to him. "Be there on time and see about your own reservation," he said. "I'll attend to Ismail's pass myself." He folded the list of names that the Rangar had marked and wrote something on the back.
And his golden hair fell nearly to his knees and changed his whole appearance. And he was weeping. And he was not a Rangar at all, but she, and how anybody can ever have mistaken her for a man, even in man's clothes and with her skin darkened, was beyond the sentry's power to guess. He for one, etc. . . . But nobody believed that part of his tale.
He had been an important figure under the old order; a sort of shadow behind the throne. He wondered what would happen to him now. More especially if Bonbright had a notion of some of his duties under Bonbright's father. He was not kept in suspense. "Mr. Rangar," said Bonbright, "I have been looking through the files. Some of your duties have become clear to me.
"Father doesn't approve of them but they must be doing considerable for the family bank account." Rangar shot a quick glance at the boy, a glance with reproof in it for such a flippancy. Vaguely he had heard that this young man had done things not expected from a Foote; had, for instance, gone in for athletics at the university.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking