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"Messieurs ..." It was my turn, and Narayan Singh's; his steady stare was good and made you feel like shaking hands with him. "You have been adroit, but do you think I could depend on your discretion?" We did our best to look discreet. "You see, Madame et Messieurs, this is not warfare. We desire to accomplish a definite object with as little unpleasantness as possible.
Out of sight of privileged men prudery has no place, and almost no advocates all the way from Peshawar to Cape Comorin. And Yasmini had loved dancing since the days when she tottered her first steps for her mother's and Bubru Singh's delight.
"Yes, sir, I know," cried Glyn passionately, "and I want to speak out plainly and clearly, but it won't come." "Yes," said the Doctor gravely; "it will, my boy. Go on to the end." "Yes, sir," cried Glyn. "Well, sir, there has been all this trouble about the belt when it was missed out of Singh's box." The Doctor bowed his head.
Much was said also as to Partab Singh's lavish treatment of his soldiers and his presumable intention in training them, his encouragement of merchants and crusade against large landholders, who were either persecuted out of existence or compelled to reside in Agpur under his own eye, and the fortune he was heaping up for his one precious son.
The Colonel laid his hand on Singh's shoulder, and they passed out into the hall of the hotel. As they were crossing, Morris entered from the other side, nodded and smiled to the boys, raised his hat to the Colonel, who stared at him, and then passing on, went up to the office to speak to the manager. "Friend of yours, boys?" said the Colonel. "Yes, father; one of our masters." "Oh!
When we left the tent he swore roundly at a newcomer to the front for not saluting me, who am not entitled to salute. That is the way of the British. But I was speaking of Ranjoor Singh. Forgive me, sahib. The horse his trooper-servant rode was blown and nearly useless, so that the trooper died that night for lack of a pair of heels, leaving us none to question as to Ranjoor Singh's late doings.
Nisbet and Cowper still slept in their desecrated grave in the precincts of Ratan Singh's tomb, not because the mind of General Speathley had yielded in the least to Gerrard's arguments, but on account of the opportune arrival of the ammunition for which the army had been waiting, and which enabled active work to begin at once.
Then, as the band began the first bars of a second waltz, he hurried back into the crowded room in time to forestall Stafford at Lois' side. Nehal Singh's servants stood with the horses outside Travers' compound and waited. Their master did not disturb them.
He will make them give me a real sword, will he not?" "Presently. At Agpur," said Gerrard hastily. Stooping, he took the child into his arms, and a gasp of satisfaction broke from the onlookers. Kharrak Singh's cause was to have the support of the English, as represented by this agent of Colonel Antony's.
I have sent Sita Ram already with a message to the troopers of Ranjoor Singh's squadron. The message was supposed to be from him, and it was worded just as he would have worded it. Presently Sita Ram will come back, when he has helped himself to payment. Then I can send him with yet another message. "Go and put thoughts into the buffalo's head, General sahib, and be quick!
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