"Honest Injun!" she cried, sparkling. "Every word. Durbar to-morrow. Khan's guard and tom-toms round at eleven, and off we march at noon. Oh! don't you wish you were going?"
"Not at all," he said drily. "I've never wished to die like a trapped mouse."
She drew herself up resentfully.
"How dare you say that," she cried; "when you know Lewis will be there!"
"All right," he said, too tired to argue; "I'll try to see its good points. How did this happen?"
She was a flouting pouting bird again at once.
"I did it," she declared.
"Oh, did you," he replied without conviction. "When?"
"The moment you started foraging. You're the only man in Sar who doesn't care a da—— a fig for what I think, so I had to wait till you were gone. The others!"
She gave a shrug to her pretty shoulders.