“I am her man.”
“Where is she?” King asked.
“Nay, who am I that I should know?”
“But she sent thee?”
“Aye, she sent me.”
“To what purpose?”'
“To her purpose!” the Afridi answered, and King could not get another word out of him. He fell behind.
But out of the corner of his eye, and once or twice by looking back deliberately, King saw that Ismail was taking the members of his new band one by one and whispering to them. What he said was a mystery, but as they talked each man looked at King. And the more they talked the better pleased they seemed. And as the day wore on the more deferential they grew. By midday if King wanted to dismount there were three at least to hold his stirrup and ten to help him mount again.