"Safdar Khan of Kohara.

May God keep your Highness in health.

We have waited long for your presence." "What are you doing in Lahore ?" asked Shere Ali.
In the darkness he saw a flash of white as Safdar Khan smiled.
"There was a little trouble, your Highness, with one Ishak Mohammed and--Ishak Mohammed's son is still alive.

He is a boy of eight, it is true, and could not hold a rifle to his shoulder.

But the trouble took place near the road." Shere Ali nodded his head in comprehension.