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He had little to say, and it was as evident to the two men who entertained him as it had been to Colonel Dewes that the last few weeks had taken their toll of him. There were dark, heavy pouches beneath his eyes, his manner was feverish, and when he talked at all it was with a boisterous and a somewhat braggart voice.
"Are you sure?" said Shere Ali quietly; and the two men turned and went down from the roof of the stand. The words which Dewes had just used rankled in Shere Ali's mind, quietly though he had received them. Here was the one definite advantage of his education in England on which Dewes could lay his finger.
I think it called him. I think he could not keep away." "But we should have come across him," cried Dewes, "or across news of him. Surely we should!" Sybil shrugged her shoulders. "In that article which Dick was reading, the road was first proposed.
Whose hand it was that aimed the blow no one could tell; but the diggers universally believed that Bentley was himself the murderer. He was therefore arrested and tried, but acquitted by Mr. Dewes, the magistrate, who was said by the diggers to be secretly his partner in business.
What did it matter whether he lived in unhappiness so long as that knowledge was the price of his unhappiness? A cruel, careless, warping business, this English rule. Thus Shere Ali felt rather than thought, and realised the while the danger of his bitter heart. Once more he appealed to Colonel Dewes, standing before him with burning eyes. "Bring Linforth out to India!
Hunter, compact and dark and reticent, walks about the empty chamber in full uniform, his bright buttons and sash and sword contrasting with his dark blue uniform, gauntlets upon his hands, crape on his arm and blade, his corded hat in his hands, a paper collar just apparent above his velvet tips, and now and then he speaks to Captain Nesmith or Captain Dewes, of General Harding's staff, rather as one who wishes company than one who has anything to say.
"They cast a noose over his head," replied the Diwan, "dragged him from the tent and stabbed him." Dewes nodded and turned to Luffe. "These letters and things must go home to his wife. It's hard on her, with a boy only a few months old." "A boy?" said Luffe, rousing himself from his thoughts. "Oh! there's a boy? I had not noticed that. I wonder how far the road will have gone when he comes out."
She heard her father say it was good, showery, fishing weather, and she was aware Tom Robinson often fished in the Dewes; what was to hinder her from making a detour by the river on her way home from school, and if she saw Tom near the old bridge the pools below were specially patronized by fishers she might go up to him and ask him frankly if he had an opening for her services, along with those of Phyllis Carey, in his shop?
Yes, it just looked like that." "It may actually have been that," said the official quietly. And he added: "I met Shere Ali last year at Lahore on his way north to Chiltistan. I was interested then; I am all the more interested now, for I have just been appointed to Peshawur." He spoke in a voice which was grave so grave that Colonel Dewes looked quickly towards him.
He turned to the young Sapper. "Can we countermine?" The young Engineer took the place of Major Dewes. "We can try, but we are late," said he. "It must be a sortie then," said Luffe. "Yes," exclaimed Lynes eagerly. "Let me go, Sir Charles!" Luffe smiled at his enthusiasm. "How many men will you require?" he asked. "Sixty?" "A hundred," replied Dewes promptly.
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