Forewarned, Alwa held on down the pitch-dark side street, into whose steep-sided chasm the moon's rays would not reach for an hour or two to come, and once again he led his party in a sweeping, wide-swung circle, loose-reined and swifter than the silent night wind--this time for Howrah's palace.
There was his given word, plighted to Mahommed Gunga, to redeem..