Linforth could not doubt it.

How in the world could Shere Ali, he wondered.

He could not yet dissociate the Shere Ali of to-day from the boy and the youth who had been his chum.
They passed out of the further gate of Peshawur and rode along the broad white road towards Government House.

It was growing dark, and as they turned in at the gateway of the garden, lights shone in the windows ahead of them.

The lights recalled to Ralston's mind a fact which he had forgotten to mention.
"By the way," he said, turning towards Linforth, "we have a lady staying with us who knows you." Linforth leaned forward in his saddle and stooped as if to adjust a stirrup, and it was thus a second or two before he answered.
"Indeed!" he said.