"He is a cobra, waiting a chance to strike."
"We can fix that," said Harkins; "we'll keep you both covered with our guns, and at the first sign of treachery well let this beautiful sunlight of India beam through his body. Doctor, run inside and get Mr. Hildreth's gun."
"I will do as the sahibs wish," replied Luchman, who felt some curiosity to test the matter.
Avery hurried back with the weapon of the missionary. By this time the Ghoojur had reached the spot where the leader had halted a few minutes before. He stopped and looked sharply at Luchman.
"What do you want?" asked the latter.
"I have something to say to you for my chief, Wana Affghar; will you come forth to hear it?"
"I will if you are honest; have you any weapons with you?"
"None," was the prompt answer, as the ruffian threw up both hands to show they contained nothing.
"I'll stake my life that, all the same, he has a weapon hidden in his garments," said Harkins; "take your knife with you, Luchman."
The guide accepted the advice. He turned partly away from the messenger, making a display of handing over his pistol that was sure to be noticed by the Ghoojur. At the same time, he slipped his sharp knife under his clothing where it was out of sight, but could be drawn the instant needed.