“There might, but there weren’t.”
“How the deuce could you tell that?”
“By the systematic way the one was getting the range.”
“Oh, good old Sherlock Holmes again!” laughed Coates. “Now we can head for that ‘peg’ I was yearning for just now, and in dry fact—devilish dry—have been ever since.”
“What are we going to do about—that?” said Helston, with a nod in the direction of their late menace.
“Do? Why, not say a damn thing about it to anybody. Gholam Ali won’t for his own sake. He’s half a Pathan himself and knows better than to advertise trouble. Yes, as you were saying—it’s a nice cheerful country this, not dull by any means.”
The other laughed significantly.
“No,” he said. “But this time it’s a case of the sniper sniped.”
And then they both laughed.