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It might ah save the villagers a lot of hard work beating through the jungle, mightn't it besides, there'll be other tigers on the road." "Innumerable tigers, sahib." "Good. Will you order a start then?" The Risaldar departed round the corner of the bungalow, and a minute or two later Cunningham's ears caught the sound of a riding-switch, lustily applied, and of muffled groans.
She was suffering from the effects of long days and nights of nerve-destroying heat, with the shock of unexpected horror super-added, and she showed no disposition to recover consciousness. The priest, though, was very far from having lost his power to think. "You are a fool!" he sneered at the Risaldar, but the sword leaped from its scabbard at the word and he changed that line of argument.
"Couldst thou approach unseen?" The Rajput nodded. "And there are no others there?" "No others." "Has thy strength left thee, or thy cunning?" "Nay!" "Then bring him!" Without a word in answer the giant turned and went, and the Risaldar made fast the door behind him. Ruth sat with her face between her hands, trying not to cry or shudder, but obsessed and overpowered by a sense of terror.
"Kharvani!" he muttered, half aloud. "Aye! Call on Kharvani!" sneered the Risaldar. "Perhaps the Bride of Sivi will appear! Call louder!" He stirred again among the charcoal with his tongs, and Ruth and the High Priest both shuddered. "Look!" said the High Priest in Hindustanee, nodding in Ruth's direction. It was the first word that he had addressed to them.
"That is the sacred ring of Kharvani and all men know it. None will touch thee or refuse thee anything, do they have but the merest sight of it!" The Risaldar drew off a clumsy silver ring, set with three stones a sapphire and a ruby and an emerald, each one of which was worth a fortune by itself. He slipped it on his own finger and turned it round slowly, examining it.
It will be a long time, indeed, before any of my friends write to ask about me; and then it will be supposed that I have been accidentally killed or drowned. "At any rate, I should have the satisfaction of being killed in the Queen's service. All the men are delighted at going, and they will run the same risk as I do." "Well, sahib," the risaldar said, "I will do it.
What had the Risaldar contrived to do? Why hadn't he packed up his wife's effects the moment that his orders came and ridden off with her and the section at once, instead of waiting three hours or more for an escort for her? Why hadn't he realized at once that orders that came in a hurry that way, in the night-time, were not only urgent but ominous as well?
The risaldar examined him carefully, before speaking. "Good!" he said; "I did not think that a white sahib could ever disguise himself to pass as a native, though I know that it has been done before now. Certainly I have no fear of any of the white officers finding that you are not what you seem to be. I am more afraid, however, of the men.
"Go on with your story," cried Desmond impatiently, all excitement at coming upon the track of the ladies at last. "It was while I was reading the letter that the horsemen came up. The risaldar took it from me, read it, and questioned me. His face changed.
"Good-by, old war-dog!" growled the colonel, in an Anglo-Saxon effort to disguise emotion. He gripped at the right hand that was stretched out on the ground beside him, but it was lifeless. Risaldar Mahommed Khan, two-medal man and pensionless gentleman-at-large, had gone to turn in his account of how he had remembered the salt which he had eaten.
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