"Guard!" ordered Warrington. "Put this babu out into the street!"
"Good night, sahib!" said the babu. "Kindlee present my serious
respects to the colonel sahib. Salaam, sahib!"
But Warrington had gone into the darkness.
The Four Winds come, the Four Winds go,
(Ye wise o' the world, oh, listen ye!),
Whispering, whistling what they know,
Wise, since wandering made them so
(Ye stay-at-homes, oh, listen ye!).
Ever they seek and sift and pry--
Listening here, and hurrying by--
Restless, ceaseless--know ye why?
(Then, wise o' the world, oh, listen ye!)
The goal of the search of the hurrying wind
Is the key to the maze of a woman's mind,
(And there is no key! Oh, listen ye!)
YASMINI'S SONG.
CHAPTER VIII
So in a darkness that grew blacker every minute, Warrington swung
his lantern and found his way toward D Squadron's quarters. He felt
rather pleased with himself. From his own point of view he would have
rather enjoyed to have a story anent himself and Yasmini go the round
of barracks--with modifications, of course, and the kneeling part
left out--but he realized that it would not do at all to have Colonel
Kirby's name involved in anything of the sort, and he rather
flattered himself on his tact in bribing the babu or being
blackmailed by him.
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