“I thought he wasn’t looking at you very amiably when they went away. He can see you’re a stranger, I suppose, and some of these fanatical devils hate a stranger.”
“There was more in it than that, Upward. Did you happen to notice he walked with a slight limp?”
“No; I hardly—er yes, by the way, now I think of it, I did.”
“Well, what if he should turn out to be the very identical cuss I winged that night?”
“Phew!” whistled Upward. “But then, Bhallu Khan says they were Brahuis. These are Marris.”
“There may have been both among them. What is the sirdar’s name, again?”
“Yar Hussain Khan.”
“Yes. Well, Sirdar Yar Hussain Khan seems a very nice fellow, and I should much like to see him again; but probably I sha’n’t, for the simple reason that I don’t in the least want ever to behold that particularly abominable follower of his again.”
But he little thought under what circumstances he was destined to behold both again.