New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1917-11-16
CHAPTER II.

CHAPTER u.
The train pulled out, amid Il din OF
voices from the left-behind that nearly
drowned the painting of the overloaded
engine. Hyde all but stripped himself
and drew on striped pajamas. King
was content to lie in shirt sleeves on
the other berth. with knees raised, so
that Hyde could not overlook the gen.
erals papers. At his ease he studied
them one by one, memorizing a string
of names, with details as to their own
ers' antecedents and probable present
whereabouts. There were several
photographs in the packet, and he
studied them very carefully indeed.
But much most carefully of all he
examined Y~asnini's portrait, returning
to 1t again and again. He reached the
conclusion in the end that when it was
taken she had been cunningly dis
guiSed.
This a intended for purpose of
identification at a given time and
place." he told himself.
Were you muttering at me?" asked
Hyde.
mo sir. Nothing of the sort in
tended"
Hyde turned an indignant back on
him, and King studied the back as if
lie found 1t interesting. On the whole
he looked sympathetic, so it was as
well that Hyde did not look around.
Baked ambition as u rule loathes SYM
pathy.
After many prickly-hot, interminable,
joltins hours the train drew up at
Rawal-Pindi station. Instantly King
was on his feet with his tunic on, and
he was out OF the blazing hot platform
before the trains motion had quite
ceased.
He began to walk up and down, not
elbowing but p%ercolating through the
crowd, missing nothing worth noticing
in all the hot kaleidoscope and seeming
to find new amusement at every turn.
1t la not in the least astonishing that
a well-dressed native should address
him presently, for he looked genial
enough to be asked to hold n baby.
King himself did not seem surprised at
all. Far from it he looked pleased.
Excuse me, sir" said the man in
glib babu English 81 am seeking Cap
tain King sahib, for whom my brother
is veree anxious to be servant. Can
you kindlee tell me, sir, where l could
find Captain King sahib?"
"Certainly," King answered him. He
looked glad to be of help. Are you
travelling on this trainT
The question sounded like politeness
yelling from the lips of unsuspicion.
"Yes, sir. l am travelling from this
place where / have spent a few days,
to Bombay, where my business is"
How did you know King sahib Is
on the train?' King asked him, smil-
ing so genially that even the police
could not have charged him with more
than curiosity.
"By telegram, sir. My brother had
the misfortune to miss Captain King
sahib at Peshawur and therefore SEM
a telegram to me asking me to do what
| can at an interview"
Il see" said King. 81 see." And
judging by the sparkle in his eyes as
he looked away, he could see a lot.
But the native could not see his eyes
at that instant, although he tried to.
He looked back at the train, giving
the man q good chance to study his
face in profile.
"See that carriage?" he asked, point
ing. ''Tlle fourth first-class carriage
from the end? Well-there are only
two of us in there; I'm Major Hyde,
and the other is Captain King. I'll tell
Captain King to look out for you"
"Oh, thank you, sir !" said the native
oilily. you are most kind! am your
humble servant. sir !"
King nodded gOod-by to him, his dark
eyes in the shadow of the khaki helmet
seeming scarcely Interested any longer.
Couldn't you find another berthY'
Hyde asked him angrily when he
stepped back into the compartment.
"What were you out there looking
for?"
King smiled back at him blandly.
Il think there are railway thieves
on the train" he announced without
any effort at r%elevance. He might
not have heard the question.
Hyde snorted and returned to his
seat in the silence of u~nspeakable
scorn. But presently he opened a suit
case and drew out a repeating pistol
which he cooked carefully and slowed
beneath his pillow; not at all a con.
temptible move, because the Indian
railway thief is the most resourceful
specialist in the world. But King took
overt precautions of any kind.
After more interminable hours night
shut down on them, red-hot, black-dark,
mesmerically subdivided into seconds
by the thump of carriage wheels and
at intervals by showers of sparks
from the gasping engine. Then King.