I've no doubt the stories are exaggerated, but the treasure is real enough, and big enough to make the throne worth fighting for.
Jaimihr counts on being able to break the power of the priests and broach the treasure." "And Jaimihr is--er--in love with you!" "He tried very hard to prove it, in his own objectionable way!" "And Jaimihr wants the throne--and Howrah wants to send a force against the British, but dare not move because of Jaimihr--I have Mahommed Gunga and five or six men to depend on--the Rangars are sitting on the fence--and the government has its hands full! The lookout's bright! I think I see the way through!" "You are forgetting me." The missionary spread his broad stooped shoulders.

"I am a missionary first, but next to that I have my country's cause more at heart than anything.

I place myself under your orders, Mr.Cunningham." "I too," said Miss McClean.

She was looking at him keenly as he gazed away into nothing through slightly narrowed eyes.

Vaguely, his attitude reminded her of a picture she had once seen of the Duke of Wellington; there was the same mastery, the same far vision, the same poise of self-contained power.