the arrest of Ali Mirza of the Fort, with an urgent admonition to
discover who his man Abdul might be, and to seize him as soon as
found; the other to the station in the north, insisting on dose
confinement for Suliman.

"Don't let him out on any terms at all!" he wired.

That being all the urgent business, he turned leisurely to face
his shadow, and the native met his eyes with the engaging frankness
of an old friend, coming forward with outstretched hand. They did
not shake hands, for King knew better than to fall into the first
trap offered him. But the man made a signal with his fingers that
is known to not more than a dozen men in all the world, and that
changed the situation altogether.

"Walk with me," said King, and the man fell into stride beside him.

He was a Rangar,--which is to say a Rajput who, or whose ancestors
had turned Muhammadan. Like many Rajputs he was not a big man,
but be looked fit and wiry; his head scarcely came above the level
of King's chin, although his turban distracted attention from the
fact. The turban was of silk and unusually large.

The whitest of well-kept teeth, gleaming regularly under a little
black waxed mustache betrayed no trace of betel-nut or other nastiness,
and neither his fine features nor his eyes suggested vice of the
sort that often undermines the character of Rajput youth.

On second thoughts, and at the next opportunity to see them, King
was not so sure that the eyes were brown, and he changed his opinion