"Railgharri hai." Ballantyne turned to Thresk.
"Your train is signalled," and as Thresk started up he reassured him.
"There's no hurry.

I have sent word that it is not to start without you." And while Baram Singh still stood waiting for orders in the doorway of the tent Ballantyne walked round the table, took up the portrait very deliberately and handed it to Thresk.
"Thank you," he said.

"Button it in your coat pocket." He waited while Thresk obeyed.
"Thus," said Thresk with a laugh, "did the Rajah of Bakutu," and Ballantyne replied with a grin.
"Thank you for mentioning that name." He turned to Baram Singh.

"The camel, quick!" Baram Singh went out to the enclosure within the little village of tents and Thresk asked curiously: "Do you distrust him ?" Ballantyne looked steadily at his visitor and said: "I don't answer such questions.

But I'll tell you something.