Hunsa had seen Barlow making his way from the _serai_ where he camped
with his horse toward the palace, and hurrying with the swift celerity
of a jungle creature, he reached the gate first. His head wrapped in
the folds of a turban so that his ugly face was all but hidden, he was
talking to the guard when Barlow gave the latter his yellow slip of
passport; and as the guard left his post and entered the dim entrance
to call up the stairway for one to usher in the Afghan, Hunsa slipped
nonchalantly through the gate and stood in the shadow of a jutting
wall, his black body and drab loin-cloth merging into the gloom.
CHAPTER XX
"Is the one alone?" Amir Khan asked when a servant had presented
Barlow's yellow slip of paper.
"But for the orderly that is with him."
"Tell him to enter, and go where your ears will remain safe upon your
head."
The bearer withdrew and Captain Barlow entered, preceded by the
orderly, who, with a deep salaam announced:
"Sultan Amir Khan, it is Ayub Alli who would have audience." Then he
stepped to one side, and stood erect against the wall.
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