"
"I go with you, sahib."
"Under my orders?"
"Yes, sahib."
"All right, Juggut Khan. Here's my hand on it. Now, we'll swoop
down on that village, and take the fakir with us, with a halter round
his neck for the sake of argument. We'll get two bullock-carts down
there, and we'll stick him in one of them, with Sidiki the interpreter
tied to him. Sidiki won't like it, but he's only a Beluchi anyway!
You get in the other, and get all the sleep you can. You and I'll
take turns sleeping all the way to Jailpore, so's to be fresh, both
of us, and fit for anything by the time that we get there!"
"I am ready, sahib."
"You two men who carried old Stinkijink before, pick him up again!"
shouted Brown. "Let him feel the bayonet if he makes a noise, but
carry him gently as though you loved him. The rest--'Tshun! Form
two-deep--on the center--close order, march. Ri' dress. Eyes front.
Ri' turn. By the left--quick march."
The Rajput strode beside Brown, wondering wearily whether it was
worth his while to offer him advice or not, and keeping his tired
eyes ever moving in the direction of the distant huts.
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