He walked across the room to Ruth, tore a covering from a divan and wrapped her in it; then he opened the outer door for his half-brother.

“Is it well?” he asked in the Rajput tongue.

“All well!” boomed the half-brother, eying the unbound priest with unconcealed surprise.

“Do any watch?”

“Not one!  The priests are in the temple; all who are not priests man the walls or rush here and there making ready.”

“And the priestling?”

“Is where I left him.”

“Where?—­I said.”

“In the niche underneath the arch, where I trapped the High Priest!”

“Are the horses fed and watered?”

“Ha, sahib!”

“Good!  How is the niche opened where the priestling lies?”

“There is the trunk of an elephant, carved where the largest stone of all begins to curve outward, on the side of the stone as you go outward from the courtyard.”

“On which side of the archway, then?”

“On the left side, sahib.  Press on the trunk downward and then pull; the stone swings outward.  There are steps then—­ten steps downward to the stone floor where the priestling lies.”

“Good!  I can find him.  Now pick up the heavenborn yonder in those great arms of thine, and bear her gently!  Gently, I said!  So!  Have a care, now, that she is not injured against the corners.  My honor, aye, my honor and yours and all our duty to the Raj you bear and—­ and have a care of the corners?”

“Aye,” answered the half-brother, stolidly, holding Ruth as though she had been a little bag of rice.

Again the Risaldar turned to the High Priest, and eyed him through eyes that glittered.

“We are ready!” he growled.  “Lead on to thy hiding-place!”

VIII.

The guns rode first from Doonha, for the guns take precedence.  The section ground-scouts were acting scouts for the division, two hundred yards ahead of every one.  Behind the guns rode Colonel Forrester-Carter, followed by the wagon with the wounded; and last of all the two companies of the Thirty-third trudged through the stifling heat.

But, though the guns were ahead of every one, they had to suit their pace to that of the men who marched.  For one thing, there might be an attack at any minute, and guns that are caught at close quarters at a distance from their escort are apt to be astonishingly helpless.  They can act in unison with infantry; but alone, on bad ground, in the darkness, and with their horses nearly too tired to drag them, a leash of ten puppies in a crowd would be an easier thing to hurry with.

Young Bellairs had his men dismounted and walking by their mounts.  Even the drivers led their horses, for two had been taken from each gun to drag the wounded, and the guns are calculated as a load for six, not four.