Part 7 (1/2)
Rewa Gunga laughed, resting his silk turban against the wall hangings and clasping both hands about his knee It was as a h who has been touched in a bout with foils
”Oh!-Is stare
The Afridi see his eyes and feeling whether his turban was on straight He coazed about hi to his feet
”Coa
The a chuckled ”He rose from his place like a buffalo, rump first and then shoulder after shoulder! Such uile beyond ill help them to obey! Such men think too slowly to invent deceit for its own sake!”
The Afridi canarled hands knotted into clubs
”What is thy na asked him
”Ismail!” he boomed
”Thou art to be my servant?”
”Aye! So said she I a asked hi half the art of Secret Service, although the other half is harder to achieve
The Hill the question One could al in hisentertained a shrewd suspicion that he was not so stupid as he chose to seeht to be a stupid man's
”Before she went away,” he answered at last
”When did she go away?”
He thought again, then ”Yesterday,” he said
”Why did you wait before you answered?”
The Afridi's eyes furtively sought Rewa Gunga's and found no aid there Watching the Rangar less furtively, but even less obviously, King are that his eyes were nearly closed, as if they were not interested The fingers that clasped his knee dru allowed himself to smile
”Never mind,” he told Ismail ”It is noonce, for thus mistakes die stillborn Only the monkey-folk thrive on quick answers-is it not so? Thou art a man of many inches-of thew and sinew-Hey, but thou art a reat ribs of thine is true as thine ar I shall be fortunate to have thee for a servant!”
”Aye!” said the Afridi ”But what are words? She has said I am thy servant, and to hear her is to obey!”
”Then from now thou art ave the order!”