The House of the Falcon
cavalry. It seems the gentlemen, after comparing notes, did not trust me."
He paused, enjoying the effect of his words. "Unfortunately," continued the Russian, "they will arrive too late."
Edith clenched her hands. Her father was near Yakka Arik! She had felt that he would come if he was able. It was not in the nature of Arthur Rand to leave his daughter's fate in other hands. She knew now that Monsey had not been sent by Rand.
"English troopers in foreign territory." Monsey shook his head. "A grave offense, if any serious fighting results. The—ah—irregulars here might resent it."
"It's a habit," observed Donovan mildly, "of the English border forces to wander to the scene of a—crime, for example."
"Once you paid high for that—habit. And you will pay more."
"Oh, it's in the game. We always blunder in, you know." Donovan smiled a little. "So the major and his Garhwalis are in the hills! As a matter of curiosity, do you intend to face him with your—irregulars?"
Monsey tugged at his mustache, and glanced at Abbas.
"No need, my fine gentleman. As you are a former officer and a scion of a noble house"—he tried to mimic the Englishman's irony—"you will appreciate the strength of my position. I don't think the Rand-Fraser-Carnie forces will arrive before a day or two. Meanwhile, the lawless Sayaks will assault a Russian traveler and a peaceful merchant in their camp—to the great loss of the Sayaks. Then, of
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