King took a dozen pulls at the cheroot and stared about again. In the middle of the road stood his second horse, and three mules with his baggage, including the unmarked medicine chest. Close to them were three men, making the party now only six all told, including Darya Khan, himself and Ismail.
“Gone whither?” he asked.
“Whither?”
Ismail's voice was eloquent of shocked surprise.
“They followed! Was it then thy baggage on the other mules? Were they thy men? They led the mules and went!”
“Who ordered them?”
“Allah! Need the night be ordered to follow the Day?”
“Who told them whither to go?”
“Who told the moon where the night was?” Ismail answered.
“And thou?”