King of the Khyber Rifles by Talbot Mundy
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in charge! Should he not leave the wherewithal to make me comfortable,
since I must do his work? Hah! What do I see? A man bent nearly double? That means a belly ache! Who should have a belly ache when I have potions, lotions, balms to heal all ills, magic charms and talismans, big and little pills--and at such a little price! So small a price! Show me the belly and pay your money! Forget not the money, for nothing is free except air, water and the Word of God! I have paid money for water before now, and where is the mullah who will not take a fee? Nay, only air costs nothing! For a rupee, then--for one rupee I will heal the sore belly and forget to be ashamed for taking such a little fee!" "Whither went the sahib? Nay--show us proof!" objected Darya Khan; and Ismail stood back a pace to scratch his flowing beard and think. "The sahib left this with me!" said King, and held up his wrist. The gold bracelet Rewa Gunga had given him gleamed in the pale moonlight. "May God be with thee!" boomed all five men together. King jumped to his feet so suddenly that all five gave way in front of him, and Darya Khan brought his rifle to the port. "Hast thou never seen me before?" he demanded, seizing Ismail by the shoulders and staring straight into his eyes. "Nay, I never saw thee!" "Look again!" |
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