All three men looked in each other's eyes and a bond was sealed between them that nothing less than death could sever.
"Thank you," said Cunningham quite quietly.

"And now, Alwa-sahib"-- (he could strike while the iron glowed, could this son of Cunnigan!)--"for the plan.

There is little time.

Jaimihr must escape tonight!" "Sahib, did I understand aright ?" Alwa's jaw had actually dropped.

He looked as though he had been struck.
Mahommed Gunga slammed his sabre ferule on the stone floor.