is no money in it?"

"Leave it and go!"

Ismail departed, grumbling, and King turned on Darya Khan.

"Take the remaining man, and go up the Pass!" he ordered. "Stand
out of ear-shot and keep watch. Come when I whistle!"

"But this one has a belly ache where Ismail smote him! Can a man
with a belly ache stand guard? His moaning will betray both him
and me!" objected "Lord of the Rivers."

"Take him and go!" commanded King.

"But--"

King was careful now not to show his bracelet.

But there was something in his eye and in his attitude--a subtle
suggestive something-or-other about him--that was rather more
convincing than a pistol or a stick. Darya Khan thrust his rifle-end
into the hurt man's stomach for encouragement and started off into
the mist.

"Come and ache out of the sahibs' sight!" he snarled.

In a minute King and his brother stood unseen, unheard in the shadow
by a patch of silver moonlight. Athelstan sat down on the mule's pack.