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Horribly afraid that the quarry would break out in his absence, he seized the white pony's bridle, and in spite of Kharrak Singh's vehement opposition, led him back to his guardians and bade him stay with them.
"Do you remember when Vennard had a lucid interval a couple of years ago and talked sense for once? That was old Ram Singh's doing, for he told me about it." Three years ago it seems the Government of India saw fit to appoint a commission to inquire into land tenure on the Nepal border.
The trying thing was that even now Charteris could not venture to loose his Darwanis on the foe, for the accession of the Granthis to Chand Singh's ranks might turn the tide in the enemy's favour, and he was not sanguine enough to hope that they would consent to remain neutral.
The Habshiabadis took the field at last, in a state that would have made a European commander tear his hair, and Gerrard hustled them on, blooding them by a smart little engagement with a force sent by Sher Singh's nearest governor to dispute their passage.
"But if we had been able to stamp out Sher Singh's rebellion as we could have done if they had supported us properly it would have saved this second Granthi War, Bob." "That's just it.
Ranjoor Singh's my wing commander, and a better officer or a more loyal gentleman doesn't exist. I want him! I want to know where he is! And if he's under a cloud, I want to know why! Where is he?" "I don't know where he is," said the man in drab. "Is he ah absent without leave?" "Certainly not!" said Kirby. "I've seen to that!" "Then you've communicated with him?" "No."
From the beginning of the meeting she had once raised her eyes on Nehal Singh's entry and then it had been for no more than a second. That second had been enough. She had seen his face. She had seen and it was not her imagination, but a real and bitter irony that of all the people in the room she alone had been the object of his quiet greeting.
I thought it a foolish answer, given by a fool, but the men were in the mood to relish it and began to laugh exceedingly. "Shall I take that answer?" said I, and they answered "Yes!" redoubling their emphasis when I objected. "The Germans do Ranjoor Singh's thinking for him these days," said one man; "take that answer and let us see what the Germans have to say to it through his mouth!"
I would rather fight a pig with bare hands than try to stand between a Kurd and Turkish plunder, and it only needed just those few words of Ranjoor Singh's to set that part of the world alight! We rode for very many days after that, following the course of the Tigris unmolested. The tale Ranjoor Singh told had gone ahead of us.
Gerrard mounted his horse and galloped back to where Charteris, sword in hand, was riding slowly up and down in front of the ranks of the eager Habshiabadis, pressing back with the flat any man who pushed forward. He turned sharply to Gerrard. "Look here, Hal; the Rani is going for vengeance, not victory thinking of nothing but cutting through to Sher Singh's elephant.
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