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Updated: June 3, 2025
He dropped bleeding in the dust at the second that Alwa and Mahommed Gunga each saw an opportunity and rushed in, to rein back face to face, grinning in each other's faces, their horses' breasts pressed tight against the charger that Jaimihr rode. The horse screamed as the shock crushed the wind out of him. "You robbed me of my man, sahib, by about a sabre's breadth!" laughed Alwa.
He made the home road miles beyond the point where Jaimihr waited for him drew rein into the long-striding amble that desert-taught horses love and led on, laughing. "Ho!" He laughed. "Ho-ho! Here, then, is the end of Mahommed Gunga's scheming! Now, when he comes with arguments to make me fight on the British side, what a tale I have for him! Ho! What a swearing there will be!
"And Jaimihr is er in love with you!" "He tried very hard to prove it, in his own objectionable way!" "And Jaimihr wants the throne and Howrah wants to send a force against the British, but dare not move because of Jaimihr I have Mahommed Gunga and five or six men to depend on the Rangars are sitting on the fence and the government has its hands full! The lookout's bright!
She arrived too late to see McClean and his daughter seized; what she did hear was that they were prisoners, and that the Maharajah, Jaimihr, and the priests were all of them engaged in the secret ceremony whose beginning was a monthly spectacle but whose subsequent developments supposed to be somewhere in the bowels of the earth were known only to the men who held the key.
The freed wolf limped home to his lair, And lay to lick his sore. With wrinkled lip and fangs agnash With back-laid ear and eyes aflash "Twas something rather more than rash To turn me loose!" he swore. NOW Jaimihr fondly thought he held a few cards up his sleeve when he made his bargain with Rosemary McClean and let himself be lowered from the Alwa-sahib's rock.
The rebellion that had made her disobey her father back in Howrah City the spirit that had kept her in Howrah City and had given Jaimihr back cool stare for stare rallied her to resist to ridicule to rival Cunningham's pretensions. He saw her flush beneath his gaze, and turned away to where Mahommed Gunga watched from the parapet. The leaders of Jaimihr's calvary were arguing.
The great gate rose, like the jaws of a hungry monster, and the nine streaking too fast down far too steep a slide to stop themselves burst straight out under it and struck, as a wind blast smites a poppy-field. Jaimihr was borne backward carried off his horse.
He kept it under arms. He even paid it something on account of arrears of wages and served out rations. But, to the disgust of the priests who asked nothing better than dissension between the brothers, he jumped at the idea of uniting with Jaimihr to defeat Alwa's men.
It had been reported to Maharajah Howrah, by his spies, that the redoubtable ex-Risaldar of horse had visited his relatives in Howrah City, and, though he had not been able to ascertain a word of what had passed, he was none the less anxious. He knew, of course for every soul in Howrah knew that Jaimihr was plotting for the throne.
I will give him his missionary people, and say, 'There, Mahommed Gunga, cousin mine, there is my word redeemed there is thy man into the bargain there are three horses for thee and I I am at Howrah's beck and call! Allah! What a swearing there will be!" There was swearing, viler and more blasphemous than any of which Mahommed Gunga might be capable, where Jaimihr waited in the dark.
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