"Have you heard?" he cried.
"What?" asked Terrington
Walcot glanced with deprecation at Mrs. Chantry's figure.
"Say what you know!" said Terrington.
"Sir Colvin and Chantry have been murdered at the Durbar, and all the men they took in with them."
"Who told you?" said Terrington.
"Hussain Shah," replied the other excitedly. "Langford was in the courtyard with half the escort, when a yelling began inside the hall, and a swarm of those brown swine poured out shouting that Sir Colvin was killed, and attacked him. Langford charged, and tried to jam them in the doorway; but the crowd joined in behind, and when Langford was shot through the body Hussain retired 'em, and they had to cut their way through till they were clear of the Bazaar. Every man of them was wounded, and they've lost five and Langford's dying."
"Is Clones with him?"
Walcot nodded.
Terrington remained a moment without speaking, gazing almost absently through the window in the thick mud wall at the green grove of chenar. In his loose racing-coat above polo boots and breeches, and with the gay silk scarf at his throat, he suggested anything but a man suddenly met by a great emergency.