Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1918-05-14
CHAPTER XIII.
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MAY the memsahib never lack
plenty from which to give! ne
said, for there is no word Tor
Thank you In all India.
II will bless the memsahib at
each mouthful." said Sta Ram.
Truly a bellyful of blessings. y
laughed Yasmini.
Then they all went to the stair
head and watched and listened
through the door while a closed
carriage was driven away in
great hurry. Three maids and six
men came upstairs one after an
other, at intervals. to report the
road all clear; the first carriage
had not been followed, and there
was nobody watching: another car
rage waited. Babu Sta Ram was
sent downstairs TO get into the
waiting carriage and stay there on
the lookout.
"Now bring him better clothes!"
said Ranjoor Singh.
But Yasmini had anticipated that
order.
"They are in the carriage on the
seat" she said.
So the German went downstairs
and climbed in beside the babu,
changing his turban at once for the
better one that he found waiting in
there.
This performance is worth a
rajah's ranmsom' grumbled babu
Sta Ram. "Will sahib not put ell
bow in my belly, seeing same is
highly sensitive?"
But the German laughed at him.
Love is rare, non-contagious
sickness" asserted Sta Ram with
conviction.
At the head OF the stairs Ranjoor
Singh and Yasmini stood looking
into each others eyes. He looked
into pools of laughter and mystery
that told him nothing at all; she
saw a mans heart glowing in his
brown ones.
1T will be for you now" said
Ranjoor Singh, "to act with speed
and all discretion. 1 don't know
what we are going to see, although
I know it is artillery of some sort.
| am sure he has plan for de-
stroying every trace of whatever it
is, and of himself and me, if he sus-
poets treachery. l know no more.
1 can only go ahead"
"And trust mel" said Yasmini.
The Sikh did not answer.
and trust mel" repeated Vas
mini 81 will see you out of this.
Ranjoor Singh sahib, that we may
fight our quarrel to finish later
on. What would the world be with
out enemies? You will not find ar
tillery."
81 have known for nearly two
years what you will find there, my
friend! Only have not known eX-
actly where to find it. And yet
sometimes l have thought that j
have known that, too! Go, Ranjoor
Singh. You will be in danger.
Above all do not try to force that
Germans hand too far until l come
with aid. 1t is better to talk than
fight, so long as the enemy is
strongest
'fWomani" swore Ranjoor Singh
so savagely that she laughed
straight into his face. eff you sus-
pect-if you can guess where we
are going-send men to surround
the place and watch!"
will a tiger walk into a watch
ed lair?' she answered. Go talk
er, Go and do things!"
So, swearing and dissatisfied.
Ranjoor Singh went down and
climbed on to the box seat of a
two-horse carriage.
(which way?". he asked; and the
German growled an answer through
the shutters.
NOW straight on" said the Ger
man, after Is minutes. Straight
on out of Delhi"
They were headed south, and
driving very slowly, for to have
attention to themselves Ranjoor
Singh scarcely troubled to look
about him, and Sta Ram fell into
a doZe, in spite of his protestations
of fear. The German was the only
one of the party who was at pains
to keep a lookout, and he was
most execised to know whether
they were being followed; over and
over again he called on Ranjoor
Singh to stop until a following car
rfage should oVertake and pass on.
So they were a very long time
driving to Old Delhi, where the
ruins of old cities stand piled
against one another in tangled
mass of venture that is hardly pen
etrable except where the tracks
wind in and out. The shadow of
the Kutb Minar was long when they
drove past it, and il was dusk when
the German shouted and Raninor