“And you call yourself my friend—the friend of the officers who have welcomed you at our mess, whose hands you have pressed a hundred times.”
“Yes,” said the rajah, with a grave, sad smile, “and I have proved that I am your friend.”
“But you owned that you knew of the mutiny.”
“Yes, and asked you and the other English officers here to-day.”
“To enable the men to seize the barracks.”
“No; to save your lives,” said the rajah. “Those who came lived; those who stayed away are dead.”
Brace looked at him coldly, and then turned to us.
“Quick!” he said, “let’s mount and get back. Help the wounded man. Doctor, you will ride with him?”
“Of course.”
“What are you going to do?” said the rajah, quickly.