But he strode on with apparent unconcern, and talked with the utmost friendliness on the municipal affairs of Peshawur." "It is very hot," said Futteh Ali Shah, "and I am afraid for your Excellency's health.

For myself, of course, I am not troubled, but so much walking will be dangerous to you"; and he halted and looked longingly back to his horse.
"Thank you," said Ralston.

"But my horse is fresh, and I should not be able to talk to you so well.

I do not feel that I am in danger." Futteh Ali Shah mopped his face and walked on.

His feet blistered; he began to limp, and he had nothing but a riding-switch in his hand.