Rustum Khan met Monty's eyes, and his lips moved silently.
"What do you know, sirdar?" Monty asked him.
"The woman lies!"
Maga was glaring at Rustum Khan as a leopardess eyes an enemy. As he spoke she made a significant gesture with a finger across her throat, which the Rajput, if he saw, ignored.
"To what extent?" demanded Kagig calmly.
"Wholly! I followed her. She met no man, although she pawed the ground at a place where eight ridden horses had crossed soft ground a day ago."
Kagig nodded, recognizing truth—a rather rare gift.
If the Rajput's guess was wrong and Maga did know shame, at any rate she did not choose that moment to betray it.
"Oh, very well!" she sneered. "There were eight horses. They were galloping. The track was nine hours old."
Kagig nodded without any symptom of annoyance or reproach.