"Of what?" asked the German.
"That Ranjoor Singh sahib can do what he has promised."
The German laughed.
"I have an excuse for doing what I promised," he said, "if that is
what you mean."
"That regiment," said Ranjoor Singh, since he had made up his mind
to lie thoroughly, "will camp a day's march out of Delhi. The men
will wait to hear from me for a day or two, but after that they will
mutiny and be done with it; the men are almost out of hand with
excitement."
"You mean--"
The German's eyebrows rose, and his light-blue eyes sought Ranjoor
Singh's.
"I mean that now is the time to do your part, that I may continue
doing mine!" he answered.
"What I have to offer would be of no use without the regiment to use
it," said the German. "Let the regiment mutiny, and I will lead you
and it at once to what I spoke of."
"No," said Ranjoor Singh.
"What then?"
"It does not suit my plan, or my convenience, that there should be
any outbreak until I myself have knowledge of all my resources. When
everything is in my hand, I will strike hard and fast in my own good
time."
"You seem to forget," said the German, "that the material aid I
offer is from Germany, and that therefore Germany has a right to
state the terms. Of course, I know there are the cobras, but I am not
afraid of them.
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