He judged the "change of mind" had gone far enough.
"We should lose time by following my regiment," he said at last.
"There are now five more regiments ready to mutiny, and they will
come to me to wherever I send for them."
The German's blue eyes gazed into the Sikh's brown ones very
shrewdly and very long. His hand sought the neighborhood of his hip,
and dwelt there a moment longer than the Sikh thought necessary.
"I have decided we must hurry," he said. "I will show you what I
have to show. I will not be taking chances. You must bring a
messenger, and he must go for your mutineers while you stay there
with me. When we are there, you will be in my power until the
regiments come; and when they come I will surrender to you. Do you
agree?"
"Yes," said Ranjoor Singh.
"Then choose your messenger. Choose a man who will not try to play
tricks--a man who will not warn the authorities, because if there is
any slip, any trickery, I will undo in one second all that has been
done!"
So Ranjoor Singh conferred with Yasmini over the two great bowls of
flowers that always stand in her big window; and she suppressed a
squeal of excitement while she watched the German resume his pacing
up and down.
"Take Sita Ram!" she advised.
Ranjoor Singh scowled at the babu.
"That fat bellyful of fear!" he growled.
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