He slipped something into Colonel Kirby's hands, and Kirby struck a match to examine it. It was Ranjoor Singh's ring that had the regimental crest engraved on it. "Not yet rewarded!" said the babu. Let the strong take the wall of the weak, (And there's plenty of room in the dust!) Let the bully be brave, but the meek No more in the way than he must. Be crimson and ermine and gold, Good lying and living and mirth, (Oh, laugh and be fat!) the reward of the bold, But--(sotto voce)--the meek shall inherit the earth! CHAPTER VII "That's the man whose face was in the mirror!" said Warrington suddenly, reaching out to seize the babu's collar. "He's the man who wanted to be regimental clerk! He's the man who was offering to eat a German a day!... No--stand still, and I won't hurt you!" "Bring him out into the fresh air!" ordered Kirby. The illimitable sky did not seem big enough just then; four walls could not hold him. Kirby, colonel of light cavalry, and considered by many the soundest man in his profession, was in revolt against himself; and his collar was a beastly mess. "Hurry out of this hole, for heaven's sake!" he exclaimed. So Warrington applied a little science to the babu, and that gentleman went out through a narrow door backward at a speed and at an angle that were new to him--so new that he could not express his sensations in the form of speech. The door shut behind them with a slam, and when they looked for it they could see no more than a mark in the wall about fifty yards from the bigger door by which they had originally entered. "There's the carriage waiting, sir!" said Warrington, and with a glance toward it to reassure himself, Kirby opened his mouth wide and filled his lungs three times with the fresh, rain-sweetened air. There were splashes of rain falling, and he stood with bared head, face upward, as if the rain would wash Yasmini's musk from him. It was nearly pitch-dark, but Warrington could just see that the risaldar on the box seat raised his whip to them in token of recognition. "Now then! Speak, my friend! What were you doing in there?" demanded Warrington. "No, not here!" said Kirby. "We might be recognized. Bring him into the shay." The babu uttered no complaint, but allowed himself to be pushed along at a trot ahead of the adjutant, and bundled head-foremost through the carriage door. "Drive slowly!" ordered Kirby, clambering in last; and the risaldar sent the horses forward at a steady trot. "Now!" said Warrington. "H-r-r-ump!" said Kirby. "My God, gentlemen!" said the babu. "Sahibs, I am innocent of all complicitee in this or any other eventualitee. I am married man, having family responsibilitee and other handicaps. Therefore--" "Where did you get this ring?" demanded Kirby.