If the heavenborn, thy
wife, stays behind, these rabble here will think that the section
rides out to exercise, because of the great heat of the sun by day;
they will watch for its return, and wait for the parking of the guns
before they put torch to the mine that they have laid!"
"The mine? D'you mean they've--"
"Who knows, sahib? But I speak in metaphor. When the guns are parked
again and the horses stabled and the men asleep, the rabble, being
many, might dare anything!"
"You mean, you think that they--"
"I mean, sahib, that they will take no chances while they think the
guns are likely to return!"
"But, if I take the memsahib with me?"
"They will know then, sahib, that the trap is open and the bird flown!
Know you how fast news travels? Faster than the guns, Sahib! There
will be an ambuscade, from which neither man, nor gun, nor horse,
nor memsahib will escape!"
"But if you follow later, it will mean the same thing! When they
see you ride off on a spent horse, with twelve swords and the memsahib--
d'you mean that they won't ambuscade you?"
"They might, sahib--and again, they might not! Thirteen men and a
woman ride faster than a section of artillery, and ride where the
guns would jam hub-high against a tree-trunk! And thy orders, sahib--
are thy orders nothing?"
"Orders! Yes, confound it! But they know I'm married.
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