“Went all through the siege of Delhi, eh?” said he, when his enquiries had been satisfied. “And your friend also? Acting as lieutenants of Boldre’s Horse now?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Were you the fellows who got that information about the Nana a week or two ago?—— You were, eh? You seem to know the natives well. Wish more of my officers did. I’ll see about—— Well, what does Mr. Jung want now?”
The Gurkha prince rode up and addressed Ted in Urdu.
“You were with my countrymen at Delhi?” said he. “How did they fight?”
“Like heroes,” Ted replied.
“Ah, that was a fight of giants!” exclaimed the Gurkha with animation. “Would I had been there! But I heard about it, and the death of Nikkulseyn.”
The generals rode on, the boys saluted, and Ted said ruefully:
“I believe he was going to say that he would see about confirming our appointments when old Jung interrupted.”
“Russell,” said Claude solemnly, “I’m going to kidnap that Gurkha chap some dark night with a few of our Sikhs. Did you notice his diamonds? He just dazzled. Hullo, who’s this?”