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"I sent a letter to you, by horseman, with a present," said Howrah. "I await the answer." Alwa's eyes changed, and his attention stiffened. Not having been at home, he knew nothing of the letter, but he did not choose to acknowledge the fact. The principle that one only shares the truth with friends is good, when taken by surprise.
THAT that followed Alwa's breakaway was all but the tensest hour in Howrah City's history. The inevitable the foiled rage of the priests and Jaimihr's impudent insistence that the missionaries should be handed over to him the Maharajah's answer all combined to set the murmurings afoot.
She waited until dark for Cunninham, growing momentarily more restless. She recalled that she was a guest of Alwa's, and as such not free to interfere with his arrangements or to suggest insinuations anent his treatment of prisoners. She recalled the pride of all Rajputs, and its accompanying corollary of insolence when offended.
"Soho! And who is Ali Partab? He needs to learn manners. He has come to a stern school for them!" "Sahib great one Prince of swordsmen! Ali Partab is Mahommed Gunga-sahib's man. He bid me say that he is held a prisoner in a bear-cage in Jaimihr's palace and needs aid." Alwa's black beard dropped onto his chest as he frowned in thought. He had nine men with him.
Jaimihr answered that Cunningham and Mahommed Gunga were both on Alwa's crag. He also swore that as Alwa's prisoner he had been able to over-hear the Rangars' plans. The Maharajah was bewildered, as Jaimihr had expected that he would be. And with just as Eastern, just as muddle-headed, just as dishonest reasoning, he made up his mind to play a double game with everybody, too.
So said Mahommed Gunga: 'When the hag brings word, then take three horses and bear the Miss-sahib and her father to my cousin Alwa's place. I stand ready to obey, but the padre-sahib comes not against his will." "To whose place?" "Alwa's, Miss-sahib." "And who is he?" She seemed bewildered. "I had hoped to be escorted to some British residency." "That would be for Alwa, should he see fit.
He stood, looking over very gloomily at Cunningham, making a dozen wild plans for getting rid of Miss McClean by no means forgetting poison and the height of Alwa's aerie from the plain below! He would have been considerably calmer, could he have heard what Cunningham and Miss McClean were saying.
They were not yet certain whether he was friend or foe, and they were milling in a bunch, shouting orders to one another. He, spurring like a maniac, was heading straight for the searching party, who had formed to cut him off. He seemed to have thrown his heart over Alwa's iron gate and to be thundering on hell's own horse in quest of it again.
There was a movement among Alwa's men a concerted, horse-length-forward movement, made terrifying by the darkness each man knew well enough that the men they were bullying could fight; success, should they have to force it at the sword-point, would depend largely on which side took the other by surprise.
"I had three horses when they took me," he asserted, "three good ones, sound and swift, belonging to my master." "Then take three of Jaimihr's!" It took ten minutes more for Ali Partab and two of Alwa's men to search the stables and bring out the three best chargers of the twenty and more reserved for Jaimihr's private use.
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