They grew louder as he reached it--one was a man's, loud, wrathful, the other was a woman's.

It was not raised but it had a ring in it of defiance.

The words Thresk could not hear, but he knew the woman's voice.

The servant raised the flap of the tent.
"Huzoor, the Sahib is here," he said, and at once both the voices were stilled.

As Thresk stood in the doorway both the man and the woman turned.