“You have been sending for me, sir?” said a familiar voice, and Dick Darrell, who had entered in the confusion unobserved, let fall the heavy curtain he had drawn aside, and stepped forward to his brother-officer’s side.
Chapter XXXVII.
What Dick Saw.
“Hah! Dick, lad,” whispered Wyatt, grasping his hand, “never more welcome than now. Not hurt?”
“Oh, no.”
“Where have you been?”
“Out. I’ll tell you soon, but his highness wants me.”
“Yes,” cried Wyatt fiercely, “and I’ll tell you why. Through her highness the Ranee’s announcement to him, the Rajah, who does not know what an English gentleman is, charges you with sweeping off as loot the whole of her valuable gems. Now, then, speak out: tell his highness what you have to say to that.”
“Very little,” said Dick coolly; “but I am not surprised.”
“What! not surprised that his highness should say that?”