Part 10 (1/2)
”Is eneral seemed to think was strained, for he looked around sharply
”Not yet Why?”
”Inforht”
”Good night, sir”
Kirby nearly ran into Warrington as he hurried back toward the door
”Find a police officer!” he ordered
”They all passed you a ton
”They're headed for police headquarters Heard one of 'eer would not have noticed that he needed it, but Warrington at his elbo the effort and was glad
”Go to police headquarters, then,” he ordered ”Try to get the a dozen h's in there”
”Where'll I find you, sir?”
”Barracks Oh, by the e're a sure thing for the front”
”I knew there was soton ”The risaldar-ettin' left”
”Unless,” said Kirby, ”you can get the police to act to-night-or unless martial law's proclaimed at once, and I can think of an excuse to search the house with a hundred ”
Kirby swung into his dog-cart, the sais did an acrobatic turn behind, and again the horse proceeded to lower records Zigzag-wise, through streets that were growing ed instead of silent, they tore barrackward,men by a miracle every twelve yards Kirby's eyes were on a red blotch, now, that danced and glowed above the bazaar a mile ahead It reminded him of pain
Presently the horse sniffed s down into his stride again The din of hoarse exciteure leaped out of a shadow and a panting trooper snatched at the back seat, was grabbed by the sais, and swung up in the rear
”Sahib-”
”All right I know,” said Kirby, though he did not kno he knew
They raced through another dozen streets until the glare grew blinding and the smoke nearly choked him Then they were stopped entirely by the crowd, and Colonel Kirby sat motionless; for he had a nearly perfect view of a holocaust The house in which Ranjoor Singh was supposed to be was so far burned that little
The North Wind hails from the Northern snows, (His voice is loud-oh, listen ye!) He cried of death-the death he knows- Of the mountain death (Oh, listen ye!) Who looks to the North for love looks long!
Who goes to the North for gain goes wrong!
Men's hearts are hard, and the goods belong To the strong in the North! (Oh, listen ye!) Whose lot is fair-who loves his life- Walks wide, stays wide of the Northern knife!
(Ye men o' the world, oh, listen ye!) YASMINI'S SONG
CHAPTER VI
There were police and to spare now, nor any doubt of it Even the breath of war's beginning could not keep thee in the densest quarters of the danger zone The din of ancient Delhi roared skyward, and the Delhi crowd surged and fought to be nearer to the fla, and another detachlike a systean to be a clear space in which the fire brigade could work