"Beg pardon, sir, but we are out for a deserter from the 58th,--Bill Hulish,--we 'ave tracked him 'ere, and with the compliments of the commanding hofficer, we'll search the 'ouse."
"Search away," I answered, as I heard the outside bath-room door open and close softly.
They returned empty-handed, but not greatly disappointed.
"One of the worst as ever I knew, sir," he replied, eying the whiskey bottle and the two half-drained glasses.
I pushed the bottle toward him, and with a deprecatory salute he turned out a stiff drink.
"'Ere's to yer 'ealth, sir, an' may ye always 'ave an extra glass ready for a visitor."
I smiled, and motioned for his men to do likewise, and then, because he was a man of sweet composure and had not asked any questions as to the extra glass and chair, told him that his bird had flown.
"Bad 'cess to him, sir, 'e's led us a pretty chase for these last four weeks. If 'e was only a deserter I wouldn't mind, but 'e's a kidnapper. Leastways, Tommy Loud's young'n turned up missin' the day he skipped, an' we ain't seen nothin' of 'er since."
"Is this she?" I asked, leading him to the cot.
Hardly looking at the child, he raised her in his arms and kissed her.
"God be praised, sir," he said with a show of feeling. "We 'ave got her back. I think her mother would 'ave died if we 'ad come back again without her,--but, O my little darlin', you look cruel bad. Drugged, sir, that's what she is. Drugged to keep 'er quiet and save food. The blag'ard!"
"Bless you, sir," replied the corporal, "she was his stock in trade. I reckon she's drawn many dibs out of other people's pockets that would 'ave been nestlin' there to-day if it 'adn't 'a' bin for 'er."
Then a broad grin broke over his ruddy features, and he looked at me quizzically.
"'E could beat Kipling romancin', sir." He checked himself, as though ashamed of awarding such meed of praise to his ex-colleague.
"But we must be goin'; orders strict. With your permission, sir, I will leave her with a guard of one man for to-night, and send the ambulance for her in the morning."
He drew up his little file, saluted, and marched out into the rain and wind, with all the cheerfulness of a duck.
I could hear them singing as they crossed the compound and struck into the jungle road:--