"I heard it more than a minute ago," said Brown.
The fakir stopped his mockery, and even he listened.
"Ask him," said Brown, "where are the men who set fire to the guardroom?"
"He says they are in the village, waiting till he sends for them!"
said the Beluchi.
"Keep an eye lifting, you men," ordered Brown. "This'll be a messenger
from Bholat, ten to one. Mind they don't ambush him! Watch every
way at once, and shoot at anything that moves!"
"Clippety-clippety-clippety-cloppety--"
The sound of a galloping horse grew nearer; a horse hard-ridden,
that was none the less sure-footed still, and going strong in spite
of sun and heat. Suddenly a foam-flecked black mare swung round a
bend between two banks, and the sun shone on a polished saber-hilt.
A turbaned Rajput rose in his stirrups, gazed left and right and then
in front of him--from the burned-out guardhouse to the baobab--drew
rein to a walk and waved his hand.
"By all that's good and great and wonderful," said Brown aloud, "if
here's not Juggut Khan again!"
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