this'—he tapped Mahbub All's paper—'clenches it. Gorgan's dining here to-night, isn't he?'
'Yes sir, and Macklin too.'
'Very good. I'll speak to them myself. The matter will be referred to the Council, of course, but this is a case where one is justified in assuming that we take action at once. Warn the Pindi and Peshawur brigades. It will disorganize all the summer reliefs, but we can't help that. This comes of not smashing them thoroughly the first time. Eight thousand should be enough.'
'What about artillery, sir?'
'I must consult Macklin.'
'Then it means war?'.
'No. Punishment. When a man is bound by the action of his predecessor'
'But C.25 may have lied.'
'He bears out the other's information. Practically, they showed their hand six months back. But Devenish would have it there was a chance of peace. Of course they used it to make themselves stronger. Send off those telegrams at once,—the new code, not the old,—mine and Wharton's. I don't think we need keep your wife waiting any longer. We can settle the rest over the cigars. I thought it was coming. It's punishment—not war.'
As the trooper cantered off Kim crawled round to the back of the house, where, going on his Lahore experiences, he judged there would be food—and information. The kitchen was crowded with excited scullions, one of whom kicked him.
'Aie,' said Kim, feigning tears. 'I came only to wash dishes in return for a belly-full.'
'All Umballa is on the same errand. Get hence. They go in
