"You recognized me?"
"Sure. So did my husband. What did you say to him?"
"Oh, I just said that if he hoped to win he must play the game of the English, and play it better, that was all. He won, didn't he? I didn't stay to the end. I knew he would win."
Almost as they spoke the fourteen-gun salute boomed out from across the river, and echoed from the hills.
"Ah!" said Yasmini. "Listen! The guns of the gods! He is maharajah now."
"But what of the treasure?" Tess asked her. "Dick told me this morning that the English have a guard all round the River Palace, and expect to dig the treasure up themselves."
"Perhaps the English need it more than he and I do," Yasmini answered.
That evening Tom Tripe turned up, and Yasmini came down-stairs to talk with him, Trotters remaining outside the window with his ash-colored hair on end and a succession of volcanic growls rumbling between flashed teeth.
"What's the matter with the dog, that he won't come in?" asked Tess.
"Nothing, ma'arm He's just encouraging himself. He stays here tonight."