sympathy and most consummate skill, and the result was that the
mare behaved as if she were part of him, responding to his thoughts,
putting a foot where he wished her to put it and showing her wildest
turn of speed along a level stretch in instant response to his mood.

"Never saw anything better," King admitted ungrudgingly, as the
mare came back at a walk to her picket rope.

"There is only one mare like this one," laughed the Rangar. "She
has her."

"What'll you take for this one?" King asked him. "Name your price!"

"The mare is hers. You must ask her. Who knows? She is generous.
There is nobody on earth more generous than she when she cares to be.
See what you wear on your wrist!"

"That is a loan," said King, uncovering the bracelet. "I shall
give it back to her when we meet."

"See what she says when you meet!" laughed the Rangar, taking a
cigarette from his jeweled case with an air and smiling as he
lighted it. "There is your tent, sahib."

He motioned with the cigarette toward a tent pitched quite a hundred
yards away from the others and from the Rangar's own; with the
Rangar's and the cluster of tents for the men it made an equilateral
triangle, so that both he and the Rangar had privacy.

With a nod of dismissal, King walked over to inspect the bandobast,