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om you might care to speak. I will have a room made ready. Have I leave to ask questions of my cousin here?" Cunningham bowed in recognition of his courtesy, and walked away to a point whence he could look from the beetling parapet away and away across desert that shone hot and hazy-rimmed on every side. If this were a man on whom he must depend for following--if any of all the more than hints dropped by the risaldar were true--it seemed to him that his reception was a little too chilly to be hopeful. After a minute or two he turned his eyes away from the dazzling plain below and faced about to inspect the paved courtyard. Round it, on three sides of a parallelogram, there ran a beautifully designed and wonderfully worked-out veranda-fronted building, broken here and there by cobbled passages that evidently led to other buildings on the far edge of the rock. In the centre, covered by a roof like a temple-dome in miniature, was the ice-cold spring, whose existence made the fort tenable. Under the veranda, on a long, low lounge, was a sight that arrested his attention--held him spell-bound--drew him, tingling in a way he could not have explained--drew him--drew him, slow-footed, awkward, red--across the courtyard. He heard Mahommed Gunga swear aloud; he recognized the wording of the belly-growled Rangar oath; but it did not occur to him that what he saw--what was drawing him--could be connected with it. He looked straight ahead and walked ahead--reached the edge of the veranda--took his helmet off--and stood still, feeling like an idiot, with the sun full on his head. "I'd advise you to step into the shade," said a voice that laughed more sweetly than the chuckling spring. "I don't know who you are, but I'm more glad to see you than I ever was in my life to see anybody. I can't get up, because I'm too stiff; the ride to here from Howrah City all but killed me, and I'm only here still because I couldn't ride another yard. My father will be out in a moment. He's half-dead too." "My name is Cunningham." "I'm Miss McClean. My father was a missionary in Howrah." She nodded to a chair beside her, and Cunningham took it, feeling awkward, as men of his type usually do when they meet a woman in a strange place. "How in the world did you get in?" she asked him. "It's two days now since the Alwa-sahib told us that the whole country is in rebellion. How is it that you managed to reach here? According to Alwa, no whit
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