And the memory of that same dead, desperately honest Cunningham he swore that no personal profit or convenience or safety should be allowed to stand between him and what was honorable and right! Mahommed Gunga had no secrets from himself; nor lack of imagination.

He knew that he was riding--not to preserve the peace of India, for that was as good as gone--but to make possible the winning back of it.

And he rode with a smile on his thin lips, as the crusaders once rode on a less self-advertising errand..