Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1917-10-19

coming forward with outstretched
hand. They did not shake hands, but
the man made a signal with his fingers
that is known to not more than dozen
men in all the world, and that changed
the situation altogether.
"Walk with me-" said King, and the
man fell into stride beside him.
He was Rangar-which is to say
Rajput who, or whose ancestors had
turned Mohammedan. Like many Raj
puts he was not a big man, but he
looked fit and wirS; his head scarcely
came above the level of Kings chin,
although his turban distracted atten-
ton from the fact. The turban was of
silk and unusually large.
The whitest of well-kept teeth,
cleaning regularly under a little black
waxed mustache betrayed no trace OF
betelnut or other nastiness. King was
not so sure that the eyes were brown,
and he changed his opinion about their
color a dozen times within the hour.
Once he would even have sworn they
were green.
The man was a regular Rangar
dandy, of the type that can be seen
playing polo almost any day at Mount
Abu-that gets into mischief with a
grace due to practice and heredity-
but that does not manage its estates
too well. as a rule, nor pay its debts
in hurry.
my name is Rewa Gunga," he said
in a low voice. II have a message for
you"
"FrOm whom?"
"From herl" said the Rangar, and
without exactly knowing why, or be-
ing pleased with himself, King felt ex-
cited.
They were walking toward the sta
ton exit. King had trunk check In
his hand, but returned it to his pocket,
not proposing just yet to let the
Hangar overhear instructions regard.
ing the trunks destination; he was toe
good-lOoking and too overbrimmine
with personal charm to be trusted thus
early in the game. Besides, there was
that captured knife. that limited at lies
and treachery. Secret signs as well as
loot have been stolen before now.
'Td like to walk through the street:
and see the crowd"
He smiled as he said that, KNOWN,
we'll that the average young Rajput O.
good birth would rather fight a tige
with cold steel than walk mile o.
two. He drew fire at once.
"Why walk, King sahib? Are W,
animals? There is carriage waiting
her carriage-and a coachman who's
ears were born dead. We might b
overheard In the street. Are you an
/ children, tossing stones into a poe
to watch the rings widenw
Lead on, then" answered King.
Outside the station was luxurious
ly modern victoria, with G spring
and rubber tires, with horses tha
would have done credit to q viceroy
The Rangar motioned King to get
first, and the moment they were bot
seated the Rajput coachman set tn
horses to going like the wind. Rev
Gunga opened jeweled cigarette cas-
"Will you have one?" he asked wit
the air of royalty entertaining a bloot
: equal.
King accepted cigarette for polit,
ness sake and took occasion to admir-
the mans slender wrist, that We
doubtless hard and strong as wove
steel, but was not much more than ha
the thickness Of his own. One of IL
questions that occurred to King th'
minute was why this well-bred youn
ster whose age he guessed at twent
two or so had not turned his attentiC
to the army.
my height"
The man had read his thoughts!
mot quite tall enough. Besides
you are a soldier, are you not? Al