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Rewa Gunga chuckled and then suddenly grew serious. "The 'Hills' are her escort, King sahib. She is mistress in the 'Hills. There isn't a murdering ruffian who would not lie down and let her walk on him! She rode away alone on a thoroughbred mare and she jolly well left me the mare's double on which to follow her. Come and look."
"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.
Rewa Gunga flashed a little electric torch into his eyes, but after a few seconds he shifted it so that both their faces could be seen, although the Rangar's only very faintly. "I have come to warn you!" "Very good of you, I'm sure!" said King. "If she knew I were here, she would jolly well have my liver nailed to a wall! I come to advise you to go back!" Have they taken Ali Masjid Fort?"
He knew that Rewa Gunga wished him to talk of Yasmini and to ask questions about her, and that if he succumbed to that temptation all his self- control would be cunningly sapped away from him until his secrets, and his very senses, belonged to some one else. "What is he doing here?" he insisted. "He? Oh, he does nothing. He waits," purred the Rangar.
He rose, and Courtenay walked with him to where his party waited in the dark, chilled by the cold wind whistling down the Khyber. Rewa Gunga sat, mounted, at their head, and close to him his personal servant rode another horse. Behind them were the mules, and then in a cluster, each with a load of some sort on his head, were the thirty prisoners, and Ismail took charge of them officiously.
They moved on again after five minutes, in the same deep silence, looking like ghosts in search of somebody to ferry them across the Styx. Only the glow of King's cheroot, and the lesser, quicker fire of Rewa Gunga's cigarette, betrayed humanity, except that once or twice King's horse would put a foot wrong and be spoken to. "Hold up!"
The great Princes of India notably the Maharajahs of Nepaul, Gwalior, Patiala, Baratppur, Sikkim and Dholpur placed the entire military resources of tens of millions of people at the disposal of the King-Emperor. The Maharajah of Rewa cabled this splendid message: "What orders from His Majesty for me and my troops?"
"Is the moon alone in the sky?" the fellow asked, and King smiled at him. "Let us hurry after her, sahib!" urged Rewa Gunga, and King looked straight into his eyes, that were like pools of fire, just as they had been that night in the room in Delhi. He nodded and the Rangar grinned. "Better wait until dawn," advised Courtenay. "The Pass is supposed to be closed at dusk."
The place where the men entered the water was a hundred and seventy yards from shore." "On the 13th September, 1883, the steamship Rewa was proceeding through the Gulf of Aden, when a Lascar fell overboard. Being unable to swim, he drifted astern rapidly. Mr.
No cocoanuts nor bananas were to be seen, though dense, tropic vegetation overran everything, dripping in airy festoons from the sheer lips of the precipices and running riot in all the crannied ledges. At the far end of the gorge the Rewa leaped eight hundred feet in a single span, while the atmosphere of the rock fortress pulsed to the rhythmic thunder of the fall.
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