"Let us hurry after her, sahib!" urged Rewa Gunga, and King looked
straight into his eyes, that were like pools of fire, just as they had
been that night in the room in Delhi. He nodded and the Rangar grinned.

"Better wait until dawn," advised Courtenay. "The Pass is supposed
to be closed at dusk."

"I shall have to ask for special permission, sir."

"Granted, of course."

"Then, we'll start at eight to-night!" said King, glancing at his
watch and snapping the gold case shut.

"Dine with me," said Courtenay.

"Yes, please. Got to pack first. Daren't trust anybody else."

"Very well. We'll dine in my tent at six-thirty," said Courtenay.
"So long!"

"So long, sir," said King, and each went about his own business,
King with the Rangar, and Ismail and all thirty prisoners at his
heels, and Courtenay alone, but that much more determined.

"I'll find out," the major muttered, "how she got up the Pass without
my knowing it. Somebody's tail shall be twisted for this!"

But he did not find out until King told him, and that was many days