O'Rourke broke silence first.
“Who is with your wife?” he demanded suddenly.
“Heaven knows! I left her under the protection of Risaldar Mahommed Khan, but he was to ride off for an escort for her.”
“Not your father's old Risaldar?” asked O'Rourke.
“The same.”
“Then thank God! I'd sooner trust him than I would a regiment. He'll bring her in alive or slit the throats of half Asia—maybe 'he'll do both! Come, that's off our minds! She's safer with him than she would be here. Have you lots of ammunition?”
“I brought all I had with me at Hanadra.”
“Good! What you'll need tonight is grape!”
“I've lots of it. It's nearly all grape.”
“Hurrah! Then we'll treat those dirty mutineers to a dose or two of pills they won't fancy! Come on, man—set the pace a little faster!”