The men hung listlessly on the gate, drinking in the cool air and watching the blue cigar smoke wreathe and fade. Suddenly down the road there came the sound of wheels.
"That"s a tonga," said Thwaite. "Wonder who it is."
"Do tongas travel this road?" Lewis asked.
"Oh yes, they go ten miles up to the foot of the rocks. We use them for sending up odds and ends to the garrisons. After that coolies are the only conveyance. Gad, I believe this thing is going to stop."
The thing in question, which was driven by a sepoy in bright yellow pyjamas, stopped at the Logans" gate. A peevish voice was heard giving directions from within.
"It sounds like Holm," said Thwaite, walking up to it, "and upon my soul it is Holm. What on earth are you doing here, my dear fellow?"
"Is that you, Thwaite?" said the voice. "I wish you"d help me out. I want Logan to give me a bed for the night. I"m infernally ill."
Lewis looked within and saw a pale face and bloodshot eyes which did not belie the words.
"What is it?" said Thwaite. "Fever or anything smashed?"
"I"ve got a bullet in my leg which has got to be cut out. Got it two days ago when I was out shooting. Some natives up in the rocks did it, I fancy. Lord, how it hurts." And the unhappy man groaned as he tried to move.
"That"s bad," said Thwaite sympathetically. "The Logans have got a dance on, but we"ll look after you all right. How did you leave things in Forza?"
"Bad. I oughtn"t to be here, but Andy insisted. He said I would only get worse and crock entirely. Things look a bit wild up there just now.
There has been a confounded lot of rifle-stealing, and the Bada-Mawidi are troublesome. However, I hope it"s only their fun."
"I hope so," said Thwaite. "You know Haystoun, don"t you?"
"Glad to meet you," said the man. "Heard of you. Coming up our way? I hope you will after I get this beastly leg of mine better."
"Thwaite will tell you I have been cross-examining him about your place.
I wanted badly to ask you about it, for I got a letter this morning from a man called Marker with some news for you."
"What did he say?" asked Holm sharply.
"He said that he had heard privately that the Bada-Mawidi were planning an attack on you to-morrow or the day after."
"The deuce they are," said Holm peevishly, and Thwaite"s face lengthened.
"And he told me to find some way of letting you know."
"Then why didn"t you tell me earlier?" said Thwaite. "Marker should know if anybody does. We should have kept Holm up there. Now it"s almost too late. Oh, this is the devil!"
Lewis held his peace. He had forgotten the solidity of Marker"s reputation.
"What"s the chances of the place?" Thwaite was asking. "I know your numbers and all that, but are they anything like prepared?"
"I don"t know," said Holm miserably. "They might get on all right, but everybody is pretty slack just now. Andy has a touch of fever, and some of the men may get leave for shooting. I must get back at once."
"You can"t. Why, man, you couldn"t get half way. And what"s more, I can"t go. This place wants all the looking after it can get. A row in the hills means a very good possibility of a row in Bardur, and that is too dangerous a game. And besides myself there is scarcely a man in the place who counts. Logan has gone to Gilgit, and there"s n.o.body left but boys."
"If you don"t mind I should like to go," said Lewis shamefacedly.
"You," they cried. "Do you know the road?"
"I"ve been there before, and I remember it more or less. Besides, it is really my show this time. I got the warning, and I want the credit."
And he smiled.
"The road"s bound to be risky," said Thwaite thoughtfully. "I don"t feel inclined to let you run your neck into danger like this."
Lewis was busy turning over the problem in his mind. The presence of the man Holm seemed the one link of proof he needed. He had his word that there were signs of trouble in the place, and that the Bada-Mawidi were ill at ease. Whatever game Marker was playing, on this matter he seemed to have spoken in good faith. Here was a clear piece of work for him. And even if it was fruitless it would bring him nearer to the frontier; his expedition to the north would be begun.
"Let me go," he said. "I came out here to explore the hills and I take all risks on my own head. I can give them Marker"s message as well as anybody else."
Thwaite looked at Holm. "I don"t see why he shouldn"t. You"re a wreck, and I can"t leave my own place."
"Tell Andy you saw me," cried Holm. "He"ll be anxious. And tell him to mind the north gate. If the fools knew how to use dynamite they might have it down at once. If they attack it can"t last long, but then they can"t last long either, for they are hard up for arms, and unless they have changed since last week they have no ammunition to speak of."
"Marker said it looked as if they were being put up to the job from over the frontier."
"Gad, then it"s my turn to look out," said Thwaite. "If it"s the gentlemen from over the frontier they won"t stop at Forza. Lord, I hate this border business, it"s so hideously in the dark. But I think that"s all rot. Any tribal row here is sure to be set down to Russian influence. We don"t understand the joint possession of an artificial frontier," he added, with an air of quoting from some book.
"Did you get that from Marker?" Holm asked crossly. "He once said the same thing to me." His temper had suffered badly among the hills.
"We"d better get you to bed, my dear fellow," said Thwaite, looking down at him. "You look remarkably cheap. Would you mind going in and trying to find Mrs. Logan, Haystoun? I"ll carry this chap in. Stop a minute, though. Perhaps he"s got something to say to you."
"Mind the north gate ... tell Andy I"m all right and make him look after himself ... he"s overworking ... if you want to send a message to the other people you"d better send by Nazri ... if the Badas mean business they"ll shut up the road you go by. That"s all.
Good luck and thanks very much."
Lewis found Mrs. Logan making a final inspection of the supper-room.
She ran to the garden, to find the invalid Holm in Thwaite"s arms at the steps of the verandah. The sick warrior pulled off an imaginary cap and smiled feebly.
"Oh, Mr. Holm, I"m so sorry. Of course we can have you. I"ll put you in the other end of the house where you won"t be so much troubled with the noise. You must have had a dreadful journey." And so forth, with the easy condolences of a kind woman.
When Thwaite had laid down his burden, he turned to Lewis.
"I wish we had another man, Haystoun. What about your friend Winterham?
One"s enough to do your work, but if the thing turns out to be serious, there ought to be some means of sending word. Andover will want you to stay, for they are short-handed enough."
"I"ll get Winterham to go and wait for me somewhere. If I don"t turn up by a certain time, he can come and look for me."
"That will do," said Thwaite, "though it"s a stale job for him. Well, good-bye and good luck to you. I expect there won"t be much trouble, but I wish you had told us in the morning."
Lewis turned to go and find George. "What a chance I had almost missed," was the word in his heart. The errand might be futile, the message a blind, but it was at least movement, action, a possibility.
CHAPTER XXVI
FRIEND TO FRIEND