It was I brought Ali Partab and the rest! My promise is redeemed!" Mahommed Gunga thrust his sword-hilt out and smiled back at him.
"I present Raff-Cunnigan-sahib--son of Pukka-Cunnigan-bahadur!" he announced.
Alwa drew himself up to his full height and eyed young Cunningham as a buyer eyes a war-horse, inch by inch.

The youngster, who had long since learned to actually revel in the weird sensation of a hundred pairs of eyes all fixed on him at once, felt this one man's gaze go over him as though he were being probed.

He thanked his God he had no fat to be detected, and that his legs were straight, and that his tunic fitted him! "Salaam, bahadur," said Alwa slowly.

"I knew thy father.
So--thou--art--his--son.

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