“How great is the lashkar that is forming?” asked Courtenay.
“Some say three thousand men. They speak truth. They who say five thousand are liars. There is a lashkar.”
“And she went up alone?” King murmured aloud in Pashtu.
“Is the moon alone in the sky?” the fellow asked, and King smiled at him.
“Let us hurry after her, sahib!” urged Rewa Gunga, and King looked straight into his eyes, that were like pools of fire, just as they had been that night in the room in Delhi. He nodded and the Rangar grinned.
“Better wait until dawn,” advised Courtenay. “The Pass is supposed to be closed at dusk.”
“I shall have to ask for special permission, sir.”
“Granted, of course.”
“Then, we'll start at eight to-night!” said King, glancing at his watch and snapping the gold case shut.
“Dine with me,” said Courtenay.