He drew rein,
though, when he reached a turning in the road and saw the resting
division in front of him, and walked his horse forward, patting his
sweat-wet neck and easing him. But as he leaned to finger with the
girths an ambushed sepoy fired at him, and he rammed in his spurs
again and rode like a man possessed.
"This'll be another untrustworthy Mohammedan!" said Colonel Carter
in a pointed undertone, and Bellairs blushed crimson underneath the tan.
"He's ridden through from Jundhra, with torture waiting for him if
he happened to get caught, and no possible reward beyond his pay.
Look out he doesn't spike your guns!"
The trooper rode straight up to Colonel Carter and saluted. He removed
a tiny package from his cheek, where he had carried it so that he might
swallow it at once in case of accident, tore the oil-silk cover from
it and handed it to him without a word, saluting again and leading
his horse away. Colonel Carter unfolded the half-sheet of foreign
notepaper and read:
Dear Colonel Carter:
Your letter just received in which you say that you have blown
up the magazine at Doonha and are marching to Hanadra with a
view to the rescue of Mrs.
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