CHAPTER SIX
"Passing the buck to Allah!"
THE first thought that occurred to each of us four was that Kagig had probably lied, or that he had merely voiced his private opinion, based on expectation. The glare in the distance seemed too big and solid to be caused by burning houses, even supposing a whole village were in flames. Yet there was not any other explanation we could offer. A distant cloud of black smoke with bulging red under-belly rolled away through the darkness like a tremendous mountain range.
We stood in silence trying to judge how far away the thing might be, Kagig standing alone with his foot on the parapet, his goat-skin coat hanging like a hussar's dolman, and Monty pacing up and down along the roof behind us all. The gipsies seemed able to converse by nods and nudges, with now and then one word whispered. After a little while Maga whispered in Will's ear, and he went below with her. All the gipsies promptly followed. Otherwise in the darkness we might not have noticed where Will went.
"That proves she is no gipsy!" vowed Rustum Khan, standing between Fred and me. "They would have trusted one of their own kind."
"They call her Maga Jhaere," said I. "The attaman's name is Jhaere. Don't you suppose he's her father?"
"If he were her father he would have no fear," the Rajput answered. "All gipsies are alike. Their women
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