When Sunni reached it,
he crouched down in its shadow--the grayness behind the palms was
spreading--and took the rest of his turban cloth from his waist.
Then he took off his coat, and began to unwind a rope from his
body--a rope made up of all sorts of ends, thick and thin, long and
short, and pieced out with leather thongs. Sunni was considerably
more comfortable when he had divested himself of it. He tied the
rope and the turban cloth together, and fastened the rope end to
the old gun's wheel. He looked over for a second--no longer--but
it was too dark to tell how far down the face of the thirty-foot
wall his ragged contrivance hung. It was too dark as well to see
whether the water rippled against the wall or not; but Sunni knew
that the river was low. As a matter of fact he had only about five
feet to drop, and he went very comfortably into a thick bed of wet
sand. Nor was anything known of his going in Lalpore until
daybreak, when one of the palace sweepers found the end of a blue
and gold turban flapping about the south balcony; and Moti, who
often went early to tell his dreams to Sunni, brought the Maharajah
a parcel.
CHAPTER X
'What's this?' said Colonel Starr, looking up from his camp table,
where he was writing a final message for translation to the
Maharajah.
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