New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1917-12-07

later Rewa Gunga threw away his
cigarette. After that. the veriest FIVE
year-old among the Zakka Khpls.
watching slcepless over the rim of
some stone watch tower, could have
taken oath that the Khyber's unbur-
led dead were prOwling in search of
empty graves. Probably their un-
canny silence was their best protec-
ton; but Rewa Gunga chose to brcal;
it after a time.
liking sahib! !" he called softly, re-
peating it louder and more loudly un-
til King heard him. SLOWLY! Not so
fast! There are men among those
boulders, and to go too fast is to make
them think you are afraid! To seem
afraid Is to invite attack Can we
defend ourselves, with three firearms
between US? Look. What Is that"
They were at the point where the
road begins to lead uphill, westward.
leaving the bed of Il ravine and as
cending TO join the highway built by
British engineers. Below, to left and
right, was plymouth gloom, shadows
amid shadows, full of eerie whisper
ings, and King felt the short hair on
his neck begin to rise. lie urged his
horse forward. The Hangar followed
him, close up, and both horse and
mare sensed excitement.
Look, sahib !"
After Il second or two he caught
a glimpse of blush flame that flashed
suddenly and died again, somewhere
below to the right. Then all at once
the flame burned brighter and stead
Ter and began to move and to grow.
Halt" King Numbered; and his
voice was sharp and unexpected as a
pistol crack. This was something tan
gible, that a man could tackle-a per-
feet antidote for nerves.
The blue light continued on n zig
gag course. ms if a mar were running
among powders with an unusual sort
OF torch; and as there was no answer
King drew his pistol. took about thirty
seconds aim and fired. He fred
straight at the blue light.
1t vanished instantly, into measure
less black silence.
Nov you've jolly well done 1t,
haven't YOU" the Hangar laughed in
his ear. THAT was her blue light
Yasmini's !"
1t was q minute before King an
swered, for both animals were all but
frantic with their sense of their rid
ers' state of mind; it needed horse
manship to get them back under con-
troll.
"HOw do you know whose light 1t
WASP" King demanded. when the
horse and mare were head to head
again.
1T was prearranged. She promised |
me a signal at the point where | am
TO leave the track !"
King drove both spurs home. and
set his unwilling horse to scrambling
downward ut an angle he could not
guess. into blackness he could feel.
trusting the animal to find a footing
where his own eyes could make out
nothing.
To his disgust he heard the RAN
gar Immediately. To his even greater
disgust the black mare overlook him.
even then, with his own mount
stumbling and nearly pitching him
headfOremOst at each lurch, he was
forced to admire the mares goatlike
for she descended into the
gorge in running leaps. never setting
wrong foot. When he and his horse
reached the bottom at last he found
the Hangar waiting for hia.
This way. sahib !"
The next he knew sparks from the
mares heels were kicking up
front of him, and a wild ride had
begun such as he had never yet
lreamed of. There was no catching
up, for the black mare could gallon
two to his horses one; but he set
his teeth and followed into solid
light. trusting ear, eye. g%uesswork
md the god of the secret service
men, who loves the reckless.
Once In every two minutes he
sight for a second af the same