Our stipulation is that there shall be at least a
show of fight before aid is given. If the cobras deal with me, and my
secret dies with me, there will be one German less and that is all.
That regiment I have seen looks ripe for mutiny."
Ranjoor Singh drew breath slowly through set teeth.
"Let it mutiny," said the German, "and I am ready with such material
assistance as will place Delhi at its mercy. Delhi is the key to
India!"
"It shall mutiny to-night!" said Ranjoor Singh abruptly.
The German stared hard at him, though not so hard as Yasmini; the
chief difference was that nobody could have told she was staring,
whereas the German gaped.
"It shall mutiny to-night, and you shall be there! You shall lead us
then to this material aid you promise, and after that, if it all
turns out to be a lie, as I suspect, we will talk about cobras."
For a minute, two minutes, three minutes, while the rubber tires
bumped along the road toward Yasmini's, the German sat in silence,
looking straight in front of him.
"Order horses for him and me!" commanded Ranjoor Singh; and Yasmini
bowed obedience.
"When will you start?" the German asked.
"Now! In twenty minutes! We will follow the regiment and reach camp
soon after it."
"I must speak first with my colleagues," said the German.
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