The blue light continued on a zigzag course, as if a man were running among boulders with an unusual sort of torch; and as there was no answer King drew his pistol, took about thirty seconds' aim and fired. He fired straight at the blue light.
It vanished instantly, into measureless black silence.
“Now you've jolly well done it, haven't you!”' the Rangar laughed in his ear. “That was her blue light--Yasmini's!”
It was a minute before King answered, for both animals were all but frantic with their sense of their riders' state of mind; it needed horsemanship to get them back under control.
“How do you know whose light it was?” King demanded, when the horse and mare were head to head again.
“It was prearranged. She promised me a signal at the point where I am to leave the track!”
“Where's that guide?” demanded King; and Darya Khan came forward out of the night, with his rifle cocked and ready.
“Did she not say Khinjan is the destination?”'
“Aye!” the fellow answered.
“I know the way to Khinjan. That is not it. Get down there and find out what that light was. Shout back what you find!”