"It shall mutiny to-night!" said Ranjoor Singh abruptly. The German stared hard at him, though not so hard as Yasmini; the chief difference was that nobody could have told she was staring, whereas the German gaped. "It shall mutiny to-night, and you shall be there! You shall lead us then to this material aid you promise, and after that, if it all turns out to be a lie, as I suspect, we will talk about cobras." For a minute, two minutes, three minutes, while the rubber tires bumped along the road toward Yasmini's, the German sat in silence, looking straight in front of him. "Order horses for him and me!" commanded Ranjoor Singh; and Yasmini bowed obedience. "When will you start?" the German asked. "Now! In twenty minutes! We will follow the regiment and reach camp soon after it." "I must speak first with my colleagues," said the German. "No!" growled the Sikh. "My secret information is that several regiments are ordered oversea. Some of them will consent to go, my friend. We will do well to wait until as many regiments as possible are on the water, and then strike hard with the aid of such as have refused to go." The carriage drew up at Yasmini's front door, and a man jumped off the box seat to open the carriage. "Say the rest inside!" she ordered. "Go into the house! Quickly!" So the German stepped out first, moving toward the door much too spryly for the type of street merchant he was supposed to be. "Do you mean that?" whispered Yasmini, as she pushed past Ranjoor Singh. "Do you mean to ride away with him and stage a mutiny? How can you?" "She-buffalo!" he answered, with the first low laugh she had heard from him since the game began. She ran into the house and all the way up the two steep flights of stairs, laughing like a dozen peals of fairy bells. At the head of the stairs she began to sing, for she looked back and saw babu Sita Ram waddling wheezily up-stairs after Ranjoor Singh and the German. "The gods surely love Yasmini!" she told her maids. "Catch me that babu and bottle him! Drive him into a room where I can speak with him alone!" "Oh, my God, my God!" wailed the babu at the stair-head from amid a maze of women who hustled and shoved him all one way, and that the way he did not want to go. "I must speak with that German gentleman who was giving lecture here--must positivelee give him warning, or all his hopes will be blasted everlastinglee! No--that is room where are cobras--I will not go there!" In three native languages, one after the other, he pleaded and wailed to no good end; the women were too many for him. He was shoved into a small room as a fat beast is driven into a slaughter-stall, and a door was slammed shut on him. He screamed at an unexpected voice from behind a curtain, and a moment later burst into a sweat from reaction at the sight of Yasmini. "Listen, _babuji,_" she purred to him. "Who was that man asking for me?" demanded the German.