The Sirdar's Oath: A Tale of the North-West Frontier

This was the conclusion Raynier instinctively arrived at as he followed stealthily and noiselessly behind; and to his mind the problem occurred as to what he had better do. He h...

Herbert Raynier was lying in the damp and pitchy gloom of his dungeon, sleeping as soundly and as peacefully as though he were not to be led forth and beheaded with the rising o...

Murad Afzul was in high glee, for which he had good reason. The Tarletons and Haslam he had released, conditionally on the promise of payment of a good round sum of rupees. True...

At Mazaran Hilda Clive was the heroine of the hour, and the station did not know which to do most--admire her pluck and resolution, or marvel how it could have regarded her all...

It was near sundown--also near the camp. They were returning from an afternoon ride, and the rest of the party, Haslam and the Tarletons to wit, were some way on ahead. These tw...

"Halloa, Raynier. I see the _dak_ coming," cried Haslam, putting his head into the tent where the other was sitting, going over some official papers with his Babu; for, even tho...

Sarbaland Khan's village was similar in every particular to that of the greater potentate which we have already seen. Many eyes were watching the approach of the party of four f...

"They had killed some of the servants when that poor fellow broke away to warn us. He was one of Mehrab Khan's tribesmen. But our people were alive, he says."

A more wretched night than that passed by the fugitives--two of them, at any rate--it would be hard to imagine. The wind blew piercingly cold at that altitude; the juniper wood,...

Standing there on the mountain side, enveloped in the thick mist, nothing visible but a few yards of wet ground, Hilda Clive felt as though she were turned into stone.

When we say awoke, rather are we expressing a recurring process which had continued throughout the few remaining night hours since, by force of circumstances and the swaying of...

The Nawab Mahomed Mushim Khan, commonly known as Mushim Khan, Chief of the Gularzai, was seated beneath the shade of an apricot tope, discussing affairs of state with his brothe...

"How would it be to move camp to-morrow?" Tarleton was saying. "We've been here long enough, and there's nothing to shoot, or next to nothing. What do you think, Raynier?"

"This is a land of surprises," Haslam had said, and indeed if ever words had been vividly, literally and luridly borne out, here was an instance. Within one short half hour of t...

Cynthia Daintree had heard of Raynier's transfer immediately on landing, and had lost no time in proceeding to Mazaran, which move was facilitated by the fact that the friends w...

The unhappy prisoner, forced along by strong and ruthless hands, recognised that he was in the alley way upon which he had looked down from the parapet, what time the shrieks of...

Beneath, at a distance of some thirty feet, ran a narrow alley way, and on the opposite side of this were doors. Round one of these several men were clustered, as though gazing...

"Well, it's only once in a way, and won't hurt anybody. And you can't ask a man to stay with you, and then tie him down to rigid hours like a schoolboy."

"Raynier may be a smart chap, and a smart official, and all that, but he doesn't know this country a little hang. He oughtn't to get wandering about all alone as he does. It isn...

When, immediately on leaving his prisoner, Mushim Khan was informed that a believer had been brought in, escorting a woman, veiled, who had come far to communicate with him upon...

The latter, though clad in the frock-coat of European civilisation, was obviously an Oriental. He was a man of fine presence, tall and dignified, handsome in the aquiline-featur...

The effect of his mere name upon his prisoner answered the robber chief's own question, nor had the latter any reason to feel disappointed over the method of its reception. The...

For a few days matters ran smoothly enough. The weather was lovely, ideal May weather, in fact, and Raynier keenly appreciated the soft beauty of this typical English landscape,...

Though summer, the air was delightfully balmy, and the glow of the sunset reddening the heads of the mountains surrounding the basin in which lay Mazaran, was soothing and grate...

Peaks--jagged and lofty, peaks--stark and pointed, cleaning up into the unclouded but somewhat brassy blue. Rock-sides, cleft into wondrous, criss-cross seams; loose rocks again...

Raynier was wondering over several things. He was wondering how anyone living could stand Tarleton for life--as his wife did; how anyone could stand him for a week, or two or th...