"Were they servants of yours, Sahib--these men who rode?"
Barlow gave off but a little sliver of truth: "No," he answered; "but at
Manabad men spoke of them passing this way, journeying to Poona, and if
they were strangers to this district, it might be that they had taken the
wrong road at the fork. But if you did not see them they will be ahead."
"And meaning, Sahib, it would not be right if they saw you bearing on
your horse one who is not a memsahib?"
"As to that, Gulab, what might be thought by men of low rank is of no
consequence."
"But if the Sahib wishes to overtake them my burden upon the horse will
be an evil, and he will be sorry that Bootea had not shame sufficient to
refuse his help."
She felt the strong arm press her body closer, and heard him laugh. But
still he did not answer, did not say why he was interested in the two
horsemen. If it were vital, and she believed it was, for him to know
that they lay dead at the Bagree camp, it was wrong for her to not tell
him this, he who was a preserver. But to tell him would send him to his
death.
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