Talbot Mundy, The Winds of the World — Chapter VI (1915)
“ They tore through streets that were living streams of human beings—streams that split apart to let them through and closed like water again behind them. With his spurred heels on the front seat, Warrington hummed softly to himself as ever, happy, so long as there were only action."I've heard India spoken of as dead," he remarked after a while. "Gad! Look at that color against the darkness!""If Ranjoor Singh is dead, I'm going to know it!" said Colonel Kirby. "And if he isn't dead, I'm going to dig him out or know the reason why. There's been foul play, Warrington. ”
