Do not forget that, your Excellency.

The sign was given." But what did the sign portend?
Linforth puzzled his brains vainly over that problem.

He had not the knowledge by which a man might cipher out the intrigues of the hill-folk beyond the Frontier.

Did the breaking of the pitcher mean that some definite thing had been done in Chiltistan, some breaking of the British power?
They might look upon the _Raj_ as a heavy burden on their heads, like an earthen pitcher and as easily broken.

Ralston would know.
"You must travel back to Peshawur to-night," said Linforth.