One hundred troopers now would be better than a thousand men a month from now.

Hurry, and send word by bearer.

S.F.BYNG." "How soon can you start back ?" asked Cunningham.
"The minute I am provided with a horse, sahib." Cunningham turned to Alwa.
"Will you be kind enough to feed him, Alwa-sahib ?" Alwa resented the imputation against his hospitality instantly.
"Nay, I was waiting for his money in advance!" he laughed.

"Food waits, thou.

Thou art a Sikh--thou eatest meat--meat, then, is ready." The Sikh, or at least the true Sikh, is not hampered by a list of caste restrictions.