The Sirdar's Oath: A Tale of the North-West Frontier — John Shaqi
The Sirdar's Oath: A Tale of the North-West FrontierMitford, Bertram
History
The Sirdar's Oath: A Tale of the North-West Frontier
Mitford, Bertram
India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
Now it grew light again in front. The white figure had reached the
point where the rock walls widened out, and--had halted. The moon,
immediately overhead now, darted down its light right into the chasm.
Should he go forward and gently awaken her, if indeed she were not
already awake? Surely she must be, for now she turned slowly round and
faced him. He could see her great eyes, wide open and stamped with a
wondering look; then, as he was about to advance and address her, she
turned again and moved slowly onward.
And then a sound struck upon Raynier's ears which caused every drop of
blood within him to freeze, and well it might, for well he knew that
sawing, grating cough drawing nearer. A panther was coming up the
_tangi_. Heavens, and the girl was between it and him.
Then the brute appeared--and with it a cub. Raynier knew with what
deadly peril the situation was now fraught, for a revolver, save in the
hand of a thorough expert, is an uncertain weapon, especially in an
indifferent light. At sight of them the brute stopped, then crouched,
uttering a hideous, purring snarl. In that second of time the scene was
photographed upon his mind; the ghostly moonlight glinting down between
the great rock walls, the spotted, sinuous shape of the savage beast,
every muscle quivering as it crouched there ready for its spring, its
tail softly waving to and fro, and the white gliding figure advancing
straight upon it; straight upon destruction in the most horrible of
forms. Yes, in a flash the whole scene was before him as, pointing the
pistol past her, he steadied his nerves to take the best possible aim.
But--what was this? Instead of edging forward preparatory to making its
fatal rush, as he had often seen a cat do when stealing upon a bird or
mouse, the brute was stealthily backing. Was it fear of the strange
sight that was actuating the beast? Was there indeed some latent
magnetic force about those wide open eyes? For the gliding white figure
advanced unwaveringly, and as it did so the crouching brute shrank back
more and more--now in unmistakable alarm. Then suddenly snatching up
its cub in its mouth, it turned and bounded away beyond the elbow of
rock wall round which it had first appeared.
Every nerve in the spectator's being thrilled to the revulsion produced
by this sudden removal of the awful tension of those few moments. At
all risks he must awaken her and take her back to the camp. But as he
advanced to do this, she halted again, turned round, passed a hand over
her brow and face, looked upward at the great cliffs, then down again at
him. Then she spoke,--
"So we are here together again."
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