"No," said King; "it's still in the baggage room a the
other station. I didn't intend to go by this train. Came down
here to see another fellow off, that's all! Have a cigar and then
let's go together and look those prisoners over!"




Chapter IV



Men boast in the Hills, when they ought to pray;
For the wind blows lusty, and the blood runs red,
And Law lies belly upwards for a man to wreak his fancy on it.
Down in the plains, in the dust of the plains
Where law is master and a good man ought to boast,
They all lie belly downwards praying for their Hills again!


The rear lights of the train he had not taken swayed out of Delhi
station and King grinned as he wiped the sweat from his face with
a dripping handkerchief. Behind him towered the hook-nosed Ismail,
resentful of the unexpected. In front of him Saunders eyed the
proffered black cheroots suspiciously, accepted one with an air
of curiosity and passed the case back. Around them the clatter
of the station crowd began to die, and Parsimony in a shabby uniform
went round to lower lights.

"Are you sure--"