Rung Ho! | Page 4

other than locked gates; there was no hurry. He watched her
through half-closed, glowering, appraising eyes as he cantered in her
wake, admiring the frail, slight figure in the gray cotton habit, and
bridling his desire to make her - seize her reins, and halt, and make her
- admit him master of the situation.
As he reached her stirrup, she reined in and faced him, after a hurried
glance that told her her duenna had failed her. The old woman was
invisible.
"Will you leave that body to lie there in the dust and sun?" she asked
indignantly.
"I am no vulture, or jackal, or hyena, sahiba!" he smiled. "I do not eat
carrion!" He seemed to think that that was a very good retort, for he
showed his wonderful white teeth until his handsome face was the
epitome of self-satisfied amusement. His horse blocked the way again,
and all retreat was cut off, for his escort were behind her, and three of
them had ridden to the right, outside the row of trees, to cut off possible
escape in that direction. "Was it not well that I was near, sahiba?
Would it have been better to die at the hands of a Maharati of no caste
- ?"
"Than to see blood spilt - than to be beholden to a murderer? Infinitely
better! There was no need to kill that man - I could have quieted him.
Let me pass, please, Jaimihr-sahib!"
He reined aside; but if she thought that cold scorn or hot anger would
either of them quell his ardor, she had things reversed. The less she
behaved as a native woman would have done - the more she flouted
him - the more enthusiastic he became.

"Sahiba!" - he trotted beside her, his great horse keeping up easily with
her pony's canter - "I have told you oftener than once that I make a
good friend and a bad enemy!"
"And I have answered oftener than once that I do not need your
friendship, and am not afraid of you! You forget that the British
Government will hold your royal brother liable for my safety and my
father's!"
"You, too, overlook certain things, sahiba." He spoke evenly, with a
little space between each word. With the dark look that accompanied it,
with the blood barely dry yet on the dusty road behind, his speech was
not calculated to reassure a slip of a girl, gray-eyed or not, stiff-chinned
or not, borne up or not by Scots enthusiasm for a cause. "This is a
native state. My brother rules. The British - "
"Are near enough, and strong enough, to strike and to bring you and
your brother to your knees if you harm a British woman!" she retorted.
" You forget - when the British Government gives leave to missionaries
to go into a native state, it backs them up with a strong arm!"
"You build too much on the British and my brother, sahiba! Listen -
Howrah is as strong as I am, and no stronger. Had he been stronger, he
would have slain me long ago. The British are - " He checked himself
and trotted beside her in silence for a minute. She affected complete
indifference; it was as though she had not heard him; if she could not
be rid of him, she at least knew how to show him his utter
unimportance in her estimation.
"Have you heard, sahiba, of the Howrah treasure? Of the rubies? Of the
pearls? Of the emeralds? Of the bars of gold? It is foolishness, of
course; we who are modern-minded see the crime of hoarding all that
wealth, and adding to it, for twenty generations. Have you heard of it,
sahiba?"
"Yes!" she answered savagely, swishing at his charger again to make
him keep his distance. "You have told me of it twice. You have told me
that you know where it is, and you have offered to show it to me. You

have told me that you and your brother Maharajah Howrah and the
priests of Siva are the only men who know where it is, and you lust for
that treasure! I can see you lust! You think that I lust too, and you make
a great mistake Jaimihr-sahib! You see, I remember what you have told
me. Now, go away and remember what I tell you. I care for you and for
your treasure exactly that!" She hit his charger with all her might, and
at the sting of the little whip he shied clear of the road before the
Rajah's brother could rein him in.
Again her effort to destroy his admiration for her had directly the
opposite effect. He swore, and he swore vengeance; but he swore, too,
that there was