Why should we care?
Take me to my sister." Ahmed smiled as he and his men rolled the net.

This was as it should be.

For what man was a better mate for his golden-haired Mem-sahib?
And then he thought of Lal Singh, and he choked a little.

For Lal Singh and he had spent many pleasant hours together.

They had worked together in play and in war, shared danger and bread and glory, all of which was written in the books of the British Raj in Calcutta.
It was the will of Allah; there was but one God, and Mahomet was His prophet.