this Rangar over--hear instructions regarding the trunk's destination;
he was too good-looking and too overbrimming with personal charm to
be trusted thus early in the game. Besides, there was that captured
knife, that hinted at lies and treachery. Secret signs as well as
loot have been stolen before now.

"I'd like to walk through the streets and see the crowd."

He smiled as he said that, knowing well that the average young Rajput
of good birth would rather fight a tiger with cold steel than walk
a mile or two. He drew fire at once.

"Why walk, King sahib? Are we animals? There is a carriage waiting--
her carriage--and a coachman whose ears were born dead. We might
be overheard in the street. Are you and I children, tossing stones
into a pool to watch the rings widen!"

"Lead on, then," answered King.

Outside the station was a luxuriously modern victoria, with C springs
and rubber tires, with horses that would have done credit to a viceroy.
The Rangar motioned King to get in first, and the moment they were
both seated the Rajput coachman set the horses to going like the wind.
Rewa Gunga opened a jeweled cigarette case.

"Will you have one?" he asked with the air of royalty entertaining
a blood-equal.

King accepted a cigarette for politeness' sake and took occasion
to admire the man's slender wrist, that was doubtless hard and strong