He looked into pools of laughter and mystery
that told him nothing at all; she saw a man's heart glowing in his
brown ones.
"It will be for you now," said Ranjoor Singh, "to act with speed and
all discretion. I don't know what we are going to see, although I
know it is artillery of some sort. I am sure he has a plan for
destroying every trace of whatever it is, and of himself and me, if
he suspects treachery. I know no more. I can only go ahead."
"And trust me!" said Yasmini.
The Sikh did not answer.
"And trust me!" repeated Yasmini. "I will save you out of this,
Ranjoor Singh sahib, that we may fight our quarrel to a finish later
on. What would the world be without enemies? You will not find
artillery!"
"How do you know?"
"I have known for nearly two years what you will find there, my
friend! Only I have not known exactly where to find it. And yet
sometimes I have thought that I have known that, too! Go, Ranjoor
Singh. You will be in danger. Above all, do not try to force that
German's hand too far until I come with aid. It is better to talk
than fight, so long as the enemy is strongest!"
"Woman!" swore Ranjoor Singh so savagely that she laughed straight
into his face. "If you suspect--if you can guess where we are going--send
men to surround the place and watch!"
"Will a tiger walk into a watched lair?" she answered.
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