'Don't swear,' said Scott, lazily; 'it's too late to change your carriage; and we'll divide the ice.'
'What are you doing here?' said the policeman.
'Lent to the Madras Government, same as you. By Jove, it's a bender of a night! Are you taking any of your men down?'
'A dozen. Suppose I'll have to superintend relief distributions.
Didn't know you were under orders too.'
'I didn't till after I left you last night. Raines had the news first. My orders came this morning. McEuan relieved me at four, and I got off at once. Shouldn't wonder if it wouldn't be a good thing—this famine—if we come through it alive.'
'Jimmy ought to put you and me to work together,' said Martyn; and then, after a pause: 'My sister's here.'
'Good business,' said Scott, heartily. 'Going to get off at Umballa,
I suppose, and go up to Simla. Who'll she stay with there?'
'No-o; that's just the trouble of it. She's going down with me.'
Scott sat bolt upright under the oil lamp as the train jolted past
Tarn-Taran station. 'What! You don't mean you couldn't afford—'
'Oh, I'd have scraped up the money somehow.'