But the voice rose again, claiming admission to the fort, and this time a name was uttered urgently, an English name.
"Don't fire," cried Luffe to the sentinel, and he leaned over the wall.
"You come from Wafadar Nazim, and alone ?" "Huzoor, my life be on it." "With news of Sahib Linforth ?" "Yes, news which his Highness Wafadar Nazim thinks it good for you to know"; and the voice in the darkness rose to insolence.
Luffe strained his eyes downwards.

He could see nothing.

He listened, but he could hear no whispering voices.

He hesitated.

He was very anxious to hear news of Linforth.
"I will let you in," he cried; "but if there be more than one the lives of all shall be the price." He went down into the fort.