Part 3 (1/2)
Then he stalked out of the rooht bow to Yasmini as he passed
”Buffalo!” she murmured after him ”Jat buffalo!”
Then the Germans went away, after soiously, helping along the man who had drunk sherbet and who now seeed him down the stairs between them, backward Yasmini waited at the stair-head until she heard theharri and drive away Then she turned to her favorite maid
”Them-those cattle-I understand!” she said ”But it does not suitet that Afridi whom the soldier kicked-I told him to wait outside in the street until I sent for him”
The Afridi cah less tearful and al had not been torn from him was soaked in blood, and there was no inch of him that was not bruised
”Krishna!” said Yasmini impiously
”Allah!” swore the Afridi
”Who did it? What has happened?”
”Outside in the street I said to soh the Sikh is a bastard Fro off to follow hihed, peal upon peal of silver laughter-of sheer merriment
”The Gods love Yasmini!” she chuckled ”Aye, the Gods love me! The Jat spoke of a squadron; it is evident that he spoke truth So his squadron watched hili! Go, wash the blood away Thou shalt have revenge! Coo noould sleep when I have finished laughing Aye-the Gods love Yash the Ajmere Gate And whispers low (Oh, listen ye!), ”The fed wolf curls by his drowsy ht-trod earth; but the lean wolves wait, And the hunger gnaws!” (Oh, listen ye!) ”Can fed wolves fight? But yestere'en Their eyes were bright, their fangs were clean; They viewed, they took but yestere'en,”
(Oh, listen, wise heads, listen ye!) ”Because they fed, is blood less red, Or fangs less sharp, or hunger dead?”
(Look well to the loot, and listen ye!) YASMINI'S SONG
CHAPTER III
The colonel of Outram's Own dropped into a club where he was only one, and not the greatest, ofby a , their voices drowned by the din of rain on the veranda roof, each of whom nodded to hih subalterns do not believe it, a colonel has exactly that diffidence about approaching senior civilians which a subaltern ought to feel
In a moment all that was visible of hi-boots, veryarers that held up a newspaper From the here the three men talked he could be seen in profile
”Wears well-doesn't he?” said one of them
”Swears well, too, confound hi to pu flies-picks off your questions one at a time, with one eye on you and the other one cocked for the next question Get nothing out of hi hi to draw him He's the best that come Wish they were all like Kirby”
The er, was some years older, and watched the faces of the other thile see in the distance-looked at a cheap watch nervously
”Wish the Sikhs were all like Kirby!” he said ”If this business co to e had a million Kirbys What did he say? Temper of his men excellent, I suppose?”
”Used that one word” ”Um-m-m! No suspicions, eh?” ”Said, 'No, no suspicions!'” ”Uh! I'll have a ith hi his drab silk suit into shape and twisting a leather watch-guard around his finger
”Believe it will co?” asked one of the two men he had left behind
”Dunno Hope not Awful business if it does”