"The major should know," and Darpore nodded pleasantly; "he has grappled with the best that come out of the Punjab."
Gilfain, his spirit still ruffled by the Prussian"s sneer at England, declared peevishly: "I wish there was a chance to test the bally thing; I"d bet a hundred pounds on the Englishman, even if I"d never seen him wrestle."
Boelke, with a sibilant smack of his lips, retorted: "You are quite safe, my young frient, with your hundred pounds, because, you see, there is no Englishman here to put der poor Hindu on his back."
"I"m not quite so sure about that, Herr Doctor."
Boelke turned in his chair at the deliberate, challenging tone of Finnerty"s voice. He looked at the major, then gave vent to an unpleasant laugh.
"There is one thing a Britisher does not allow to pa.s.s--a sneer at England by a German." Finnerty hung over the word "German."
"Vell," the doctor asked innocently, "you vil prove I am wrong by wrestling der Punjabi, or are we to fight a duel?" And again came the disagreeable laugh.
"If the prince has no objection, I don"t know why I shouldn"t take a fall out of one of these chaps. It"s a game I"m very fond of."
"And, Herr Doctor, I"ll have you on for the hundred," Lord Victor cried eagerly.
"Just as you like, major," the prince said. "There"ll be no loss of caste, especially if we sit on our sporting friend over there and curb his betting propensities."
"Right you are, rajah," Finnerty concurred. "We wrestle just to prove that Britain is not the poor old effete thing the Herr Doctor thinks she is."
Prince Ananda sent for his secretary, Baboo Chunder Sen, and when the baboo came said: "Ask Jai Singh if he would like to try a fall with the major sahib."
Balwant Singh came back with the baboo when he had delivered this message. Salaaming, he said: "Huzoor, the keddah sahib has his name in our land, the Land of the Five Rivers. We who call men of strength brothers say that he is one of us. No one from my land has come back boasting that he has conquered the sahib. Jai Singh, in the favor of the G.o.ds, has achieved to victory over me, so Jai Singh will meet with the sahib."
"Fine!" Finnerty commented. "I"ll need wrestling togs, prince."
"The baboo will take you to my room and get a suit for you."
Finnerty put the sapphire in a silver cigarette box that was on the table, saying: "I"ll leave this here," and followed Chunder Sen into the palace.
"Devilish sporting, I call it; Finnerty is Irish, but he"s a Britisher,"
Gilfain proclaimed. "He"ll jolly well play rugby with your friend, Herr Boelke."
"In my country ve do not shout until der victory is obtained; ve vill see," and the doctor puffed noisily at his cheroot.
But the fish eyes of the professor were conveying to Prince Ananda malevolent messages, Swinton fancied. The whole thing had left a disturbing impression on his mind; Boelke"s manner suggested a pre-arrangement with the prince.
The doctor"s unpleasing physical contour would have furnished strong evidence against him on any charge of moral obliquity. He sat on the chair like a large-paunched gorilla, his round head topping the fatty mound like a coconut. His heavy-jowled face held a pair of cold, fishy eyes; coa.r.s.e hair rose in an aggressive hedge from the seamed, low forehead, and white patches showed through the iron-grey thatch where little nicks had been made in the scalp by duelling swords at Heidelberg. He was a large man, but the suggestion of physical strength was destroyed by a depressing obeseness.
A tall, fine-looking rajput came across the terrace toward Darpore.
"Ah, Darna Singh," the prince greeted, rising; "you are just in time to see a _kushti_ that will delight your warrior heart. This is my brother-in-law, Nawab Darna Singh," he continued, turning to Swinton and Gilfain and repeating their ent.i.tled names.
The rajput salaamed with grave dignity, saying the honour pleased him.
"Have a seat," Ananda proffered.
"I have intruded, rajah," Darna Singh explained, "because there is trouble at the temple. The mahanta is at the gate----"
"Show him in, Darna. I can"t see him privately just now; the keddah sahib and Jai Singh are going to make _kushti_."
While the rajput went to the gate for the mahanta, Prince Ananda said apologetically: "Even a prince must show deference to the keeper of the temple."
Darna Singh returned, accompanied by an animated skeleton of mummy hue.
Draping the skin-covered bones was a loin cloth and a thread that hung diagonally from one shoulder to the waist.
With a deep salaam, the mahanta, trembling with indignation, panted: "Dharama comes in the morning with his Buddhistic devils to desecrate the temple by placing in it that bra.s.s Buddha--accursed image!--he has brought from the land of j.a.pan."
"Ah!" The exclamation was from Lord Victor as Finnerty appeared.
"Here, Darna," Ananda cried, "hold the mahanta till this is over; I don"t want to miss it."
Darna Singh led the Brahmin beyond the table at which the sahibs were grouped, explaining that Prince Ananda would speak to him presently.
Now Finnerty, coming into the light, slipped a robe from his shoulders and stood beside Jai Singh, looking like a sculptured form of ivory.
Swinton caught his breath in a gasp of admiration; he had never seen such a superb being. Jai Singh, that a moment before had seemed of matchless mould, now suffered by comparison. Each move of the Irishman was like the shifting of a supple gladiator. The shoulders, the loins, the overlapping muscles of his arms were like those of Hercules.
Lord Victor was muttering: "My word! Poor old decadent England--what!"
Several times as he sat there Swinton had felt vibrant thrills, as if eyes that blazed with intensity were on him, and always as he had turned in answer to the unseen influence he had instinctively looked to a jalousied balcony above them. Now he caught the glint of white fingers between the leaves of the lattice as if a hand vibrated them. He could have sworn Finnerty"s erect head had drooped in recognition.
From the first grapple there was evident savagery on the part of Jai Singh. He had toyed leisurely with Balwant; now he bore in like a savage beast.
"By gad!" Lord Victor growled once, "that Hindu bounder is fighting foul!"
Finnerty had gone to his hands and knees in defence. The Punjabi, lying along the arched back, thrust his right hand under the major"s armpit as if seeking for a half-Nelson; but his hand, creeping up to the neck, straightened out to thrust two fingers into Finnerty"s nostrils, the big thumb wedged against the latter"s windpipe. In a flash the white man was in a vise, for Jai Singh had gripped the wrist of his fouling arm with his left hand, and was pressing the forearm upon the back of his opponent"s neck.
In his foul endeavour Jai Singh had lost defence. A hand took him by the left wrist, a corkscrew twist broke his hold, and he commenced to go over forward in tortured slowness, drawn by the wracking pain of his twisted joints. One of his shoulder blades lay against the mat when, by a mighty wrench, he freed his wrist and pirouetted on his round bullet head clear of Finnerty"s clutch.
Again, as they stood hand to shoulder, making a feint as if to grapple, Jai Singh tried a foul. The heel of Finnerty"s palm, thrust with dynamic force upward, caught him under the chin with such power that he all but turned a complete somersault backward.
This was too much for Lord Victor. With a cry of "Well bowled, old top!"
he sprang to his feet, in his excitement careening his gla.s.s of whisky and soda, the liquid splashing across the fat legs of Doctor Boelke.
Like a hippopotamus emerging from a pool, Boelke reared upward; the table, at a thrust from his hand, reeled groggily on its frail legs and then volplaned, shooting its contents over the marble floor.
"Never mind," Prince Ananda admonished; "leave it to the servants."
Finnerty was wrestling with caution--waiting for the inevitable careless chance that would give him victory.
Jai Singh"s foul tactics confirmed Swinton"s suspicion that the bout was a prearranged plot; the Punjabi was acting under orders. The captain had served in the Punjab and knew that native wrestlers were not given to such practices. He watched Prince Ananda, but the latter"s immobile face gave no sign of disapproval.
A startled gasp from Lord Victor caused him to look at the wrestlers. He had seen enough of wrestling to know what had happened. Jai Singh"s weight rested on one leg he had crooked behind Finnerty"s knee joint, and he was pulling up against this wedge the major"s foot by a hold on the big toe. It was a barred hold in amateur wrestling; a chance to administer pain, instead of an exhibition of strength or agility. The captain felt, with a sense of defeat, that Finnerty must yield to the pain or have his leg broken.
There was a hideous grin of triumph on the face of Jai Singh. Then, almost before Swinton"s brain could register these startling things, the leer of victory vanished; the Punjabi"s lips framed some startled cry; his hands fell to his side; his torso drooped forward, and he collapsed as though his legs were paralysed.
Finnerty half rose and turned the Punjabi over on his back, pressing his shoulders to the mat; then he took the black nose between finger and thumb and tweaked it.