"A King's Messenger! Make way for the King's Messenger!" The Premier turned quietly to Sir John.
"Perriton Powers," he said.
In another moment Perriton Powers stood before the Ministers.
Bronzed by the tropic sun, his face was recognizable only by the assured glance of his eye.

An Afghan _bernous_ was thrown back from his head and shoulders, while his commanding figure was draped in a long _chibuok_.

A pair of pistols and a curved _yasmak_ were in his belt.
"So you got to Wazuchistan all right," said the Premier quietly.
"I went in by way of the Barooda," said Powers.

"For many days I was unable to cross it.

The waters of the river were wild and swollen with rains.