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Stella repeated the word incredulously. "But it is a long way a very long way from Kurrumpore." Hanani was silent for a moment or two, as though irresolute. Then: "I brought you by a way unknown to you, mem-sahib," she said. "Hafiz you know Hafiz? he helped me." "Hafiz!" Stella frowned a little. Yes, by sight she knew him well. Hafiz the crafty, was her private name for him.
"Come away, my mem-sahib!" he entreated very earnestly. "It is the Gate of Death." That pierced her anew. Her desolation came upon her in an overwhelming wave. She turned with a great cry, and threw her arms wide to the risen sun, tottering blindly towards the emptiness that stretched beneath her feet.
And if my mem-sahib has not slept she will be too weary then." Again she knew that he spoke the truth. There had been times of late when she had been made aware of the fact that her strength was nearing its limit. She knew it would be sheer madness to neglect the warning lest, as Peter suggested, her baby's need of her outlasted her endurance. She must husband all the strength she had.
Some newly captive lion or tiger was killing itself from mere passion, and wouldn't the Mem-sahib come at once and talk to it? There was a kind of pity in her heart for these poor wild things, and perhaps they perceived this pity, which was fearless. "She gets a little from me, I suppose," Colonel Hare had once answered to a query, "for I've always had a way with four footed things.
Mem-sahib would not receive them, she liking only be left alone." To-day Mrs. Krauss appeared almost unconscious of Sophy's presence and to be sunken in a sort of stupor. As soon as Herr Krauss arrived home Sophy accosted him and deplored her aunt's condition. "If you had only sent me a line I would have been here the next day." "Oh yes, of course," he acquiesced brusquely.
"I telling the Mem-sahib," begins the guard plaintively, "that there is one with only " "Don't care if there is! Horace, undo that bundle. I'm going to bed at once," and the newcomer proceeds to remove her coat and hat. The guard hastily lets down the two upper bunks and disappears as the train gets under way again.
Let the mem-sahib watch her servant cross with the snake-basket, and she will see for herself that he speaks the truth. He will return for the mem-sahib, with her permission, and will bear her in safety to the farther bank, whence it is but an hour's journey on foot to Kundaghat." There was a coaxing touch about all this which was not lost upon Beryl.
But they will at that moment be elsewhere." "If you have soldiers, then, why not slip them into the palace and have them take the young Mem-sahib by force?" "My men are not permitted to enter the palace, Ahmed. Umballa is afraid of them. To go on. Winnie Mem-sahib will stand up and exclaim that she will join her sister, to prove that she is no less brave." "But the lions!" from Bruce.
"And you sleep at her door?" queried Mrs. Ralston, slightly disconcerted. The tall form bent again with dignified courtesy. "That is my privilege, mem-sahib," said Peter the Great. He smiled mournfully, and made way for her to pass. Mrs. Ralston knocked, and heard a low voice speak in answer. "What is it, Peter?" Softly she opened the door. "It is I, my dear. Are you in bed?
"What is your plan, Mem-sahib?" asked Ahmed, replacing the board and helping Kathlyn out of the cage, the door of which he closed quickly, as the leopard was evincing a temper at all this nocturnal disturbance. "It is a trap for Umballa." "He is as wise as the cobra and as suspicious as the jackal," said Ahmed doubtfully. "Reason forbids that we return to-night. Umballa will wait, knowing me.
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