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She was sitting now in the chair he had left; and turned up to him a face half beseeching, half resentful in its frame of soft hair.
"Why must _you_ go, Theo? There are heaps of others who--aren't married."
"Don't be a little fool, child!" he broke out in spite of himself.
Then gently, decisively, he disengaged her fingers from his coat; but their clinging grasp checked his impatience to be gone.
He bent down, and spoke in a softened tone. "I've no time for arguments, Evelyn. I am simply doing my duty."
He was gone--and she remained as he had left her, with hands lying listlessly in her lap, and a frown between her finely pencilled brows,--mollified, but by no means convinced.
Honor had hurried into the hall, where Frank Olliver greeted her with impulsive invitation.
"Why don't you 'boot and saddle' too, Honor, an' ride along with us?"
"I only wish I could! I'd love to go! But I _must_ stay with Evelyn.
She is upset and nervous about Theo as it is."
"Saints alive! How _can_ you put up with her at all--at all!"
muttered irrepressible Frank. "But hush, now, here's the blessed fellow himself!"
Theo Desmond strode rapidly down the square hall, hung with trophies of the chase and implements of war--an incongruous figure enough, in forage cap and long brown boots with gleaming spurs, his sword buckled on over his evening clothes. He s.n.a.t.c.hed a long clasp-knife from the wall in pa.s.sing, and the Irishwoman, with an nod of approval, hurried out into the verandah, where the impatient horses could be heard champing their bits.
Desmond had a friendly smile for Honor in pa.s.sing.
"Pity you can't come too. Be good to Ladybird. Don't let her work herself into a fever about nothing."
For eight breathless minutes the grey and the dun sped through the warm night air, under a rising moon, their shadows fleeing before them, long and black,--two perspiring sases following zealously in their wake;--till their riders drew rein before a pandemonium of scurrying men and horses, silhouetted against a background of fire.
The great pile of sun-dried bedding burnt merrily: sending up fierce tongues of flame, that shamed the moonlight, as dawn shames the lamp.
A brisk wind from the hills caught up shreds and flakes from the burning ma.s.s, driving them hither and thither, to the sore distraction of man and beast.
Lithe forms of gra.s.s-cutters and water-carriers, in the scantiest remnants of clothing, leaped and pranced on the outskirts of the fire, like demons in a realistic h.e.l.l.
In valiant spurts and jerks, alternating with ignominious flight, they were combating that column of flame and smoke with thimblefuls of water, flung out of stable buckets, or squirted from mussacks. They were beating it also with stript branches, making night radiant with a thousand sparks.
But the soaring flames jeered at their pigmy efforts; twinkled derisively on their glistening bodies; and a.s.sailed the vast composure of the skies with leaping blades of light.
To the bewildering confusion of movement was added a no less bewildering tumult of sound, whose most heart-piercing note was the maddened scream of horses; and whose lesser elements included shouts of officers and sowars; high-pitched lamentations from the audience of natives; the barking of dogs; and the drumming of a hundred hoofs upon the iron-hard ground.
During the first alarm of the fire, which had broken out perilously close to the quarters occupied by Desmond's squadron, the terrified animals in their frenzied efforts to break away from the ropes, had reduced the Lines to a state of chaos. Those of them, and they were many, who succeeded in wrenching out their pegs, had instinctively headed for the parade-ground beyond the huts; their flight complicated by wandering lengths of rope that trailed behind them, whirled in mid-air, or imprisoned their legs in treacherous coils; while sowars and officers risked life and limb in attempting to free them from their dilemma.
The restless brilliance gave to all things a strange nightmare grotesqueness: and a blinding, stifling shroud of smoke whirled and billowed over all.
As the riders drew up, there was a momentary lull, and before dismounting Desmond flung a ringing shout across the stillness.
"_Shahbash_,[16] men, _shahbash_! Have no fear! Give more water--water without ceasing!"
[16] Well done.
He was answered by an acclamation of welcome from all ranks.
"_Wah!_ _Wah!_ Desmin Sahib _argya_!"[17] the sowars of his squadron called to one another through the curling smoke; and the new arrivals were speedily surrounded by a little crowd of officers and men: Wyndham, Denvil, Alla Dad Khan, and Ressaldar Rajinder Singh, in the spotless tunic and vast silken turban of private life.
[17] Has come.
The Jemadar took possession of the Demon's bridle, and Desmond, leaping lightly to the ground, hurried straightway to the relief of a distressed gra.s.s-cut. The man had been rash enough to attempt the capture of two horses at once, and now stood in imminent danger of being kicked to death by his ungrateful charges.
Desmond took both horses in hand, holding them at arm's length, and soothing them with his voice alone.
"Here you are, Harry!" he said, as Denvil came to his a.s.sistance.
"This poor fellow will go with you now, quietly enough."
Handing over his second horse to the gra.s.s-cut, he vanished into the darkness; where, betwixt stampeding horses and the incredible swiftness of fire, he found more than sufficient scope for action.
He came to a standstill, at length, for a second's breathing s.p.a.ce;--and lo, Rajinder Singh emerging suddenly from the heart of pandemonium, breathless with haste, a great distress in his eyes.
"Hullo, Ressaldar!" Desmond exclaimed. "What's up now?"
The tall Sikh saluted.
"The knife, Sahib! Give me your knife! It is _Sher Dil_,[18] fallen amongst his ropes. He is like to strangle----"
[18] Lion Heart.
"Great Scott! I'll see to it myself."
And he set out, full speed, Rajinder Singh after him, protesting at every step.
The great black charger, the glory of the squadron and of his owner's heart, was in a perilous case. So securely had he entangled himself in the head-rope that, despite the freedom of his heels, and spasmodic efforts to regain his feet, he remained pinned to earth, not many yards from where the fire was raging,--his fear and misery increased by wind-blown fragments of lighted straw, by the roar and crackle of the burning pile.
Desmond saw at a glance that his rescue might prove a dangerous business, but Rajinder Singh was beside him now, still hopeful of turning him from his purpose.
"Hazur--consider--the horse is mine----"
"No more words!" Desmond broke in sharply. "Stay where you are!"
He plunged forthwith into the stinging, blinding smoke; dexterously avoiding the hoofs of Sher Dil, subduing his terror with hand and voice, though himself half choked, and constantly forced to close his eyes at the most critical moments; while the task of avoiding the burning fragments that fell about him seemed in itself to demand undivided attention.
Rajinder Singh, stationed at the nearest possible point, anxiously watched his Captain's progress; and here Paul Wyndham joined him hurriedly.
"Who is that?" he asked. "The Captain Sahib?"
"To my shame, your honour speaks truth," the old man made answer humbly. "His heart was set to do this thing himself----"
"Have no fear," Wyndham rea.s.sured him kindly; and, with a sharp contraction of heart, ran to his friend's a.s.sistance.
Desmond had already stooped to slit the rope that pressed so cruelly against the charger's throat; and, as Wyndham reached him, the animal gave a last convulsive plunge; threw out his forelegs in an ecstasy of freedom; and struck his deliverer full on the shoulder.