"Done nothing," said King.

"Well, keep on doing nothing in the same style and the world shall
render you its best jobs, one after the other, in sequence! You've
made a good beginning!"

"Know anything of Rewa Gunga, sir?"

"Nothing, except that he's her man. She trusts him, so we've got to,
and you've got to take him up the Khyber with you. What she orders,
he'll do, or you may take it from me she would never have left him
behind. As long as she is on our side you will be pretty safe in
trusting Rewa Gunga. And she has got to be on our side. Got to be!
She's the only key we've got to Khinjan, and hell is brewing there
this minute! She dare unlock the gates and ride the devil down
the Khyber if she thought it worth her while! You're to go up the
Khyber after her to convince her that there are better mounts than
the devil and better fun than playing with hell-fire! The Rangar
told me he had given you her passport--that right?"

As they turned at the end of the platform King bared his wrist and
showed the gold bracelet.

"Good!" said the general, but King thought his face clouded. "That
thing is worth more than a hundred men. Jack Allison wore that
same bracelet, unless I'm much mistaken, on his way down in disguise
from Bukhara. So did another man we both knew; but he died. Be
sure not to forget to give it back to her when the show's over, King."

King nodded and grunted. "What's the news from Khinjan, sir?"