“Know anything of Yasmini?” King asked, when the major stood in front of him again.
“By reputation, of course, yes. Famous person--sings like a bulbul--dances like the devil--lived in Delhi--mean her?”
King nodded. “When did she start up the Pass?” he asked.
“How d'ye mean?” Courtenay demanded sharply.
“To-day or yesterday?”
“She didn't start! I know who goes up and who comes down. Would you care to glance over the list?”
“Know anything of Rewa Gunga?” King asked him.
“Not much. Tried to buy his mare. Seen the animal? Gad! I'd give a year's pay for that beast! He wouldn't sell and I don't blame him.”
“He goes up the Khyber with me,” said King. “He's what the Turks would call my youldash.”
“And the Persians a hamrah, eh? There was an American here lately--merry fellow--and I was learning his language. Side partner's the word in the States. I can imagine a worse side partner than that same man Rewa Gunga--much worse.”