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Updated: June 29, 2025
"Good morning, Wargrave," said the Colonel, as the subaltern greeted him and his wife. "You're in good time." Eileen, deserting Badshah, ran to Frank and demanded to be lifted up and kissed. When he had obeyed the small tyrant, he said: "I haven't brought a rifle, sir." "That's right. I have one and a ball-and-shot gun for you.
Major Hunt having been put to bed in one of the guest-rooms of the Political Officer's house, Macdonald, with the aid of the subaltern's servant, undressed Wargrave and examined his injuries, Noreen holding a basin for him while Muriel, shuddering, carried away the blood-tinged water and brought fresh.
Accepting Captain Ross's aid she slipped lightly from her saddle to the ground and on foot looked as graceful as she did when mounted. Raymond brought his friend to her and introduced him. Holding out a small and shapely hand in a dainty leather gauntlet she said in a frank and pleasant manner: "How do you do, Mr. Wargrave? You are a fortunate person to have been in England so lately.
As Raymond watched him the fear of the feminine dangers in England for his friend suddenly pricked; and he blurted out anxiously: "I say, old chap, you haven't got tangled up with any woman at home, have you? Not got engaged or any silly thing like that, I hope?" Wargrave laughed. "No fear, old boy," he replied, pouring out another cup of tea.
The older man rejoiced in learning of the subaltern's release from his entanglement, but, knowing Miss Benson well, shook his head doubtfully over the chances of her forgiving Wargrave. Nevertheless, unwilling to kill the young man's hope, he affected a confidence that he was far from feeling and bade him take courage.
One after another of the riders followed the leaders down the narrow track, trotted across the sandy, rock-strewn river-bed and climbed up the far side to where the fresh horses and a picturesque mob of wild-looking beaters stood awaiting them. Among the animals Wargrave noticed a smart grey Arab pony with a side-saddle. "I see Mrs.
Every muscle and sinew was tense for the last rush and leap, as the subaltern raised his gun. Wargrave fired. His shot struck the panther rather far back, wounding but not disabling it. It swung round to face its assailant. Seeing Frank it promptly charged. The second cartridge took it in front of the shoulder and raked its body from end to end.
"He always brings a big train of Bhuttias with him, eighty swordsmen as an escort to the small army of coolies necessary to carry a hundred thousand silver rupees in boxes over the Himalayan passes. I like to give them the flesh of a few sambhur stags as a treat," said the Colonel. "Hiven hilp ye av ye bring any sambhur flesh to the Mess, Wargrave," said Burke.
One rope moved both punkahs, and the motive power was supplied by a coolie who, salaaming to the sahibs and seating himself on the ground, picked up the end of the rope and began to pull. Raymond put out the lamp. Wargrave stared up at the moon for a while. Then he said: "I say, Ray; didn't Mrs. Norton look lovely to-night? Didn't that dress suit her awfully well?" "Oh, go to sleep, old man.
At the gate of the Fort he was challenged; and when he answered an Indian officer came out of the darkness to him. "Sahib," he said hurriedly. "Havildar Mahommed Ashraf Khan has been shot in his bed in barracks. The sentry over the magazine is missing with his rifle." Wargrave entered the Fort.
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