an army at Kerachi might be meant for their benefit. Oh, yes, I'm
quite sure they were entraining for Kerachi in readiness to move
on Basra.

Trucks ready for camels--and camel drivers--and food for camels--
and Eresby, who's just come from taking a special camel course.
Not a doubt of it!--And then, Corrigan--Elwright--Doby--Gould--all
on the platform in a bunch, and all down on the Army List as Turkish
interpreters! Not a doubt left!"

"What have you written?" asked a quiet voice at his ear; and he
turned to look straight in the eyes of Rewa Gunga, who had leaned
forward to read over his shoulder. Just for one second he hovered
on the brink of quick defeat. Having escaped the Scylla of the
dancing women, Charybdis waited for him in the shape of eyes that
were pools of hot mystery. It was the sound of his own voice that
brought him back to the world again and saved his will for him unbound.

"Read it, won't you?" he laughed. "If you know, take this pen and
mark the names of whichever of those men are still in Delhi."

Rewa Gunga took pen and paper and set a mark against some thirty
of the names, for King had a manner that disarmed refusal.

"Where are the others?" he asked him, after a glance at it.

"In jail, or else over the border."

"Already?"