"So we've got our route!" said Kirby.
"And, thank God, we take our own horses!" said Brammle fervently.
"Bet you a thousand the other end's Marseilles!" said Warrington.
"We're in luck. They'd have mounted us on bus-horses if we hadn't
brought our own; we'd have had to ring a bell to start and stop a
squadron. Who wouldn't be light cavalry?"
Kirby put the sealed letter in an inside pocket.
"I'm going to sleep," said Brammle, yawning. "Night, sir!"
"Night!" said Kirby; but Warrington stayed on. He went and stood
near the window, and when Kirby had seen Brammle to the door, he
joined him there.
"What now, Warrington?"
"Caught 'em grooming Ranjoor Singh's charger in the dark!"
"Why?"
"Said it was an order from Ranjoor Singh!"
"I'm getting tired of this. I don't know what to make of it."
"That isn't nearly the worst, sir. Listen to this! Long before
Yasmini promised us--before we knelt to save his life and honor--
Ranjoor Singh had sent a message to his squadron guaranteein' to be
with 'em before the blood runs! Specific guarantee, and no conditions!"
"Then--"
"Exactly, sir!"
"She fooled us, eh?"
"D'you suppose she's for or against the government, sir?"
"I don't know. Thank God we've got our marching orders! Go and wash
your head! And, Warrington--hold your tongue!"
Warrington held up his right hand.
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