Not a word was said that the German
could hear, but he could see the recognition run from rank to rank
and troop to troop, until the squadron knew to a man; he saw them
glance at Ranjoor Singh, and from him to one another, and ride on
with a new stiffening and a new air of "now we'll see what comes of
it!"
It was as evident, to his practised eye, that they were glad to have
seen Ranjoor Singh, and looked forward to seeing him again very
shortly, as that they were in a mood for trouble, and he decided to
believe the whole of what the Sikh had said on the strength of the
obvious truth of part of it.
"Watch now the supply train!" growled Ranjoor Singh, as the wagons
began to rumble by.
The German had no means of knowing that the greater part of the
regiment's war provisions had gone away by train from a Delhi
station. The wagons that followed the regiment on the march were a
generous allowance for a regiment going into camp, but not more than
that. The spies whose duty it was to watch the railway sidings
reported to somebody else and not to him.
Ranjoor Singh beckoned him after a while, and they came out into the
road, to stand between two of the bullock-wagons and gaze after the
regiment. The shuttered carriage that Ranjoor Singh had suspected to
be Yasmini's passed them again, and the man beside the driver said
something to Ranjoor Singh in an undertone, but the German did not
hear it; he was watching the colonel and another officer talking
together beside the road in the distance.
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