"He has been asking every ten minutes for you," she said.

"I am to show you at once to his rooms." "Now, what's this?
what's all this ?" cheerfully cried the Major as he entered the vast sleeping-room of the Anglo-Indian.

Old Johnstone feebly pointed to the door, and motioned to his attendants to leave the room.
He was worn and gaunt, and his ashen cheeks and sunken eyes told of some great inward convulsion.

He had aged ten years since the pompous tiffin.
"I'm not well, Hawke! Come here! Near to me!" he huskily cried.

And then, the hunter and the hunted gazed mutely into each other's eyes.
"What's gone wrong ?" frankly demanded the Major.