"Take my advice,
now. I know what is happening and what has happened. Fall back on
Bholat at once. Hurry! Seize horses or even asses for your men,
and ride in hotfoot. Salaam!"
He drove his right spur in, wheeled the horse and started across country
in the direction of Bholat at a hand-gallop, guiding himself solely
by the soldier's sixth sense of direction, and leaving the problem
of possible pitfalls to the horse.
"If what he says is true," said Brown, as the clattering hoof-beats
died away, "and I'm game to take my oath he wouldn't lie to me, I'd
give more than a little to have him with me for the next few hours!"
The men came clustering round him now, anxious for an explanation.
They had held their tongues while Juggut Khan was there, because
they happened to know Brown too well to do otherwise. He would have
snubbed any man who dared to question him before the Indian. But,
now that the Indian was gone, curiosity could stay no longer
within bounds.
"What is it, Sergeant? Anything been happening? What's the news?
What's that I heard him say about rebellion? They're a rum lot, them
Rajputs.
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