Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1918-04-17
By Talbot
Munday

know how near that guess is to the
truth"
Kirby's lips were smiling, but his
voice was hard Warrington glanc-
ed quickly at his one then looked
serious.
You mean
Yes" said Kirby.
Has it broken yet?"
mo"
rs it goin' to break?"
"Looke like it. Looks to me as if
it's all been prearranged Our
crowd are sparring for time, and
the Prussians are all in a hurry.
Looks that way to me-"
And you mean-there's a chance
even changeof us-of Outram's
Own bein' out of it? Beg your par
don. sir, but are you serious?'
Yes" said Kirby, and Warning
tons jaw fell.
ANY details that are not too
confidential for me to know?" asked
Warrington.
Tell you all about it after I've
had a word with Ranjoor Singh"
Hadn't l better go and help look
for him."
Eyes, if you like"
So, with another certain number
of split seconds, Captain Charlie
Warrington rode, as the French
say, belly-to-the-earth, and the fact
that the monsoon chose that in
slant to let your another Noah's de-
luge seemed to make no difference
at all to his ardor or the pace to
which he spurred his horse
An angry police officer grumbled
that night at the club about the
arrogance of all cavalrymen, but of
one Warrington in particular.
Wanted to know, by the Big
Blue Bull of Bashan, whether I
knew when a case was serious or
mott Yes he did, Seemed to think
the murder of one sowar was the
only criminal case in all Delhi, and
had the nerve to invite me TO set
every constable in what he termed
my parish on the one job. What
did l say? Told him TO cali tomor-
row, of course-said I'd see. Cad,
You should have heard him swear
then-though his eyes 'ud burn
holes in my tunic. Went careering
out of the office as if war had been
declared"
Talking of war" said somebody,
a long drink under the
swinging punkah, do you sup
pose"
So the manners of midas pet
cavalry were forgotten at once in
the vortex of the only topic that
had interest for any one in club
dom and it was noticed whether
or his colonel, or any
other office of native cavalry look
ed in at the club that night.
Warrington rode into the rain at
the same speed at which he gal
loped to the police station. over
hauled one of the mounted troop
ers whom he himself had sent in
search of Ranjoor Singh, rated him
soundly in Punjabi for loafng on
the way. and galloped on with the
troop-horse laboring In his wake.
He refined in abreast of the second
-roper. who had halted by a cross
street and was trying to appear to
enjoy the deluge.
ANY word?' asked Warrington. |
81 spoke with two who said he I
by that door-Ethat small /
ioor down the passage. sahib, |
where there is no light. Ii Is teak (
loor. bolted and with no keyholc !
IN the outside
Good for YOU" said Warrington, !
ylancing quickly up and down the ,
vet street. where the lamnS pleau
ID deceptively in pools of running |
water. There seemed / nobody in (
tight; but that is a bold guess In /
Delhi, where the shadows all have .
yes.
He gave a quiet order. and troop |
n number one passed his reins to 4
lumber two.
go and try that door. Kick IL
n If YOU can but be quick. and
ry not to be noisyi"
The trooper swung out of the
saddle and obeyed, while Warning