He clasped his hands in front of him and hung his head. "I will do
this thing that I am asked to do," he said; but his words were
scarcely audible. His trooper came a step closer, to be nearer to him
in his minute of acutest agony.
"Thou and I, Jagut Singh! We both stay behind!"
"Now, Risaldar-Major, I want you to listen! You've promised like a
man," said the general. "I'll make you the best promise I can in
return. Mine's conditional, but it's none the less emphatic. If
possible, you shall catch your regiment before it puts to sea. If
that's impossible, you shall take passage on another ship and try to
overtake it. If that again is impossible, you shall follow your
regiment and be in France in time to lead your squadron. I think I
may say you are sure to be there before the regiment goes into
action. But, understand--I said, 'If possible!'"
Ranjoor Singh's eye brightened and he straightened perceptibly.
"This trooper, sahib----"
"My promise is for him as well."
"We accept, sahib! What is the duty?"
"First, write a note to Colonel Kirby--I'll see that it's delivered--
asking him to put your name in Orders as assigned to special duty.
Here's paper and a fountain pen."
"Why should all this be secret from Colonel Kirby?" asked Ranjoor
Singh. "There is no wiser and no more loyal officer!"
"Nor any officer more pugnacious on his juniors' account, I assure
you! I can't imagine his agreeing to the use I'm making of you.
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