"Why do you ask that question? Have you heard from lips--perhaps
loosened by wine or desire--aught of this?"
When she remained without answer, Barlow tapped his fingers lightly
upon her shoulder, saying, "Tell me, girl."
"I have heard nothing of war," she said. "There was a something though
that men whispered in the dark."
"What was it?"
"It was of the Chief of the Pindaris."
She felt the quivering start that ran through Barlow's body; but he
said quietly: "With the Pindaris there is always trouble. Something of
robbery--of a raid, was it?"
"I will listen again to those that whisper in the dark," she answered,
"and perhaps if it concerns you, for your protection, I will tell."
"I hope those men didn't fall in with my two chaps," Barlow said,
rather voicing his thoughts than in the way of speaking to the girl.
"The two who rode--they were the Captain Sahib's servants?"
Barlow started. "Yes, they were: I suppose I can trust you."
"And the Sahib is troubled? Perhaps it was a message for the Sahib
that they carried."
"I don't know," he answered, evasively.
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