The Winds of the World by Talbot Mundy (readnow TXT) 📗

"Sahib! Colonel Kirby sahib!"

"What is it? Hallo—there are the three lights—no, two lights—that's
'Get ready!' Who are you? Why—Ranjoor Singh!"

"Salaam, sahib!"

"Shake hands. By gad—I'm glad! Find your squadron, Ranjoor Singh—find it at once, man—you're just in time. There go the three lights! Outram's Own!—in line of squadron columns to the right—Trot, March! Right!"

Ranjoor Singh had kept the word of babu Sita Ram, and had managed to be with them when the first blood ran.

End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Winds of the World, by Talbot Mundy