He told
himself that was a very smart move, and one for which Ranjoor Singh
would some day thank him, provided, of course, that--
"Provided what?" he wondered half aloud. "Seems to me as if Ranjoor
Singh has got himself into some kind of a scrape, and hopes to get
out of it by the back-door route and no questions asked! Well, let's
hope he gets out! Let's hope there'll be no court-martial nastiness!
Let's hope--oh, damn just hoping! Ranjoor Singh's a better man than I
am. Here's believing in him! Here's to him, thick and thin! Forward--
walk--march!"
He turned out the guard, and the particular troop sergeant with whom
he wished to speak not being on duty, he ordered him sent for. Ten
minutes later the sergeant came, still yawning, from his cot.
"Come over here, Arjan Singh," he called, thinking fast and
furiously as he led the way.
If he made one false move or aroused one suspicion in the man's
mind, he was likely to learn less than nothing; but if he did not
appear to know at least something, he would probably learn nothing
either.
As he turned, at a distance from the guard-room light, to face the
sergeant, though not to meet his eyes too keenly, the fact that would
not keep out of his brain was that the fat babu had been out in the
road, offering to eat Germans, a little while before he and the
colonel had started out that evening.
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