The sepoys at Doonha were Mohammedans! Why had
Mahommed Khan seemed so anxious to send him on his way? As though
an extra five minutes would have mattered! Why had he objected to
a last good-by to Mrs. Bellairs? . . . And then--he had shown a certain
knowledge of the uprising; where had he obtained it? If he were
loyal, who then had told him of it? Natives who are disloyal don't
brag of their plans beforehand to men who are on the other side!
And if he had known of it, and was still loyal, how was it that he
had not divulged his information before the outbreak came? Would
a loyal man hold his tongue until the last minute? Scarcely!
He halted, pulled his horse to the middle of the road and waited for
Colonel Carter to overtake him.
"Well? What is it?" asked the colonel sharply.
"Can I ride on ahead, sir? My horse is good for it and I'm in agonies
of apprehension about my wife!"
"No! Certainly not! You are needed to command your section!"
"I beg your pardon, sir, but I've a sergeant who can take command.
He's a first-class man and perfectly dependable.
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