had evidently said before to Monty.

"Maga says--I let her go scouting--she says she met a man who told
her that Miss Gloria Vanderman and a party of seven were attacked
on the road, but escaped, and now have doubled on their tracks so
that they are far on their return to Tarsus."

Rustum Khan met Monty's eyes, and his lips moved silently.

"What do you know, sirdar?" Monty asked him.

"The woman lies!"

Maga was glaring at Rustum Khan as a leopardess eyes an enemy. As
he spoke she made a significant gesture with a finger across her
throat, which the Rajput, if he saw, ignored.

"To what extent?" demanded Kagig calmly.

"Wholly! I followed her. She met no man, although she pawed the
ground at a place where eight ridden horses had crossed soft ground
a day ago."

Kagig nodded, recognizing truth--a rather rare gift.

If the Rajput's guess was wrong and Maga did know shame, at any rate
she did not choose that moment to betray it.

"Oh, very well!" she sneered. "There were eight horses. They were
galloping. The track was nine hours old."