"Sahib--"
"All right. I know," said Kirby, though he did not know how he knew.
They raced through another dozen streets until the glare grew
blinding and the smoke nearly choked him. Then they were stopped
entirely by the crowd, and Colonel Kirby sat motionless; for he had a
nearly perfect view of a holocaust. The house in which Ranjoor Singh
was supposed to be was so far burned that little more than the walls
was standing.
The North Wind hails from the Northern snows,
(His voice is loud--oh, listen ye!)
He cried of death--the death he knows--
Of the mountain death. (Oh, listen ye!)
Who looks to the North for love looks long!
Who goes to the North for gain goes wrong!
Men's hearts are hard, and the goods belong
To the strong in the North! (Oh, listen ye!)
Whose lot is fair--who loves his life--
Walks wide, stays wide of the Northern knife!
(Ye men o' the world, oh, listen ye!)
YASMINI'S SONG.
CHAPTER VI
There were police and to spare now, nor any doubt of it. Even the
breath of war's beginning could not keep them elsewhere when a fire
had charge in the densest quarters of the danger zone. The din of
ancient Delhi roared skyward, and the Delhi crowd surged and fought
to be nearer to the flame; but the police already had a cordon around
the building, and another detachment was forcing the swarms of men
and women into eddying movement in which something like a system
developed presently, for there began to be a clear space in which the
fire brigade could work.
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