he
laboured hard, and at last drew himself out and looked down the path
which led into the Bar of Balmud--the great natural escarpment of giant
rocks and monoliths and medlar trees, where lay Pango Dooni's men.
He ran with all his might, and presently he was inside the huge defence.
There was no living being to be seen; only the rock-strewn plain and the
woods beyond.
He called aloud, but nothing answered; he called again the tribe-call of
Pango Dooni's men, and a hundred armed men sprang up.
"I am a brother-in-blood of Pango Dooni's Son," said he. "Tang-a-Dahit
rides for his life to the Bar of Balmud. Ride forth if ye would save
him."
"The lad speaks with the tongue of a friend," said a scowling hillsman,
advancing, "yet how know we but he lies?"
"Even by this," said Cumner's Son, and he spoke the sacred countersign
and showed again the bracelet of Pango Dooni, and told what had
happened. Even as he spoke the hillsmen gave the word, and two score men
ran down behind the rocks, mounted, and were instantly away by the road
that led to the Koongat Bridge.
The tall hillsman turned to the lad.
"You are beaten by travel," said he. "Come, eat and drink, and rest."
"I have sworn to breakfast where Pango Dooni bides, and there only will
I rest and eat," answered the lad.
"The son of Pango Dooni knows the lion's cub from the tame dog's whelp.
You shall keep your word. Though the sun ride fast towards noon, faster
shall we ride in the Neck of Baroob," said the hillsman.
It was half-way towards noon when the hoof-beats drummed over the Brown
Hermit's cave, and they rested not there; but it was noon and no more
when they rode through Pango Dooni's gates and into the square where he
stood.
The tall hillsman dropped to the ground, and Cumner's Son made to do the
same. Yet he staggered, and would have fallen, but the hillsman ran an
arm around his shoulder. The lad put by the arm, and drew him self up.
He was most pale. Pango Dooni stood looking at him, without a word, and
Cumner's Son doffed his cap. There was no blood in his lips, and his
face was white and drawn.
"Since last night what time the bugle blows in the Palace yard, I have
ridden," said he.
At the sound of his voice the great chief started. "The voice I know,
but not the face," said he.
"I am Cumner's Son," replied the lad, and once more he spoke the sacred
countersign.
IV. BY THE OLD WELL OF JAHAR
To Cumner's Son when all was
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