Rung Ho! by Talbot Mundy
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"That would be for Alwa, should he see fit. He has men and horses, and
a fort that is impregnable. The Miss-sahib would be safe there under all circumstances." "But--but, supposing I declined to accept that invitation? Supposing I preferred not to be carried off to a--er--a Mohammedan gentleman's fort. What then?" "I could but wait here, Miss-sahib, until the hour came when you changed your mind, or until Mahommed Gunga by letter or by word of mouth relieved me of my trust." "Oh! Then you will wait here until I ask?" "Surely, Miss-sahib." The head again peered through the window up above them, but disappeared below the ledge furtively, and none of the three were aware of it. For that matter, the old woman was gazing intently at Ali Partab and listening eagerly; he stood almost underneath the arch, and Miss McClean was staring at him frowning with the effort to translate her thoughts into a language that is very far from easy. They would none of them have seen the roof descending on them. "And--and won't you under any circumstances take us, say, to the Resident at Abu instead?" "I may not, Miss-sahib." "But why?" |
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