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"The woman is nothing to me--the padre-sahib less. It is because of the debt I owe to Cunnigan that I ask this favor." "Oh. It is granted! Should she appeal to me, I will rip Howrah into rags and burn this city to protect her if need be! She must first ask, though, even as thou didst." Mahommed Gunga saluted him, bolt-upright as a lance, and without the slightest change in his expression. "The word is sufficient, cousin!" Alwa returned his salute, and raised his voice in a gruff command. A saice outside the window woke as though struck by a stick--sprang to his feet--and passed the order on. A dozen horses clattered in the courtyard and filed through the arched passage to the street, and Alwa mounted. The others, each with his escort, followed suit, and a moment later, with no further notice of one another, but with as much pomp and noise as though they owned the whole of India, the five rode off, each on his separate way, through the scattering crowd. Then Mahommed Gunga called for his own horse and the lone armed man of his own race who acted squire to him. "Did any overhear our talk?" he asked. "No, sahib." "Not the saice, even?" "No, sahib. He slept." "He awoke most suddenly, and at not much noise." "For that reason I know he slept, sahib. Had he been pretending, he would have wakened slowly." "Thou art no idiot!" said Mahommed Gunga. "Wait here until I return, and lie a few lies if any ask thee why we six came together, and of what we spoke!" Then he mounted and rode off slowly, picking his way through the throng much more cautiously and considerately than his relatives had done, though not, apparently, because he loved the crowd. He used some singularly biting insults to help clear the way, and frowned as though every other man he looked at were either an assassin or--what a good Mohammedan considers worse--an infidel. He reached the long brick wall at last--broke into a canter--scattered the pariah dogs that were nosing and quarreling about the corpse of the Maharati, and drew rein fifteen minutes later by the door of the tiny school place that Miss McClean had entered. CHAPTER III For service truly rendered, and for duty dumbly done--For men who neither tremble nor forget--There is due reward, my henchman. There is honor to be won. There is watch and ward and sterner duty yet. No sound came, from within the schoolhouse. The little building, coaxed from a grudging Ma
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