who sat on his left hand, and his wife so like a Rajput that the humor
of the situation was its only obvious feature.

"I must not take my carriage, for they would trace it, and besides, there
is too little time. Can we all ride in your carriage? There are six of us."

"Probably. But where to?" Dick answered.

"I will direct. Ismail must come too, but he can run."

It was an awful crowd, for the dog-cart was built for four people at the
most, and in the end Tess insisted on riding behind Tom Tripe because
she was dressed like a man and could do it easily. Ismail was sent
back to close the gate from the inside and clamber out over the top
of it. There was just room for a lean and agile man to squeeze between
the iron and the stone arch.

"Let the watchmen who feared and hid themselves stay to give their
own account to Gungadhura!" Yasmini sneered scornfully. "They are
no longer men of mine!"

"Now, where away?" demanded Dick, giving the horse his head. "To
my house? You'll be safe there for the present."

"No. They might trace us there."

Yasmini was up beside him, wedged tightly between him and Hasamurti,
so like his own wife, except for a vague Eastern scent she used, that
he could not for the life of him speak to her as a stranger.