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He was nowhere to be seen, and Starr, running to the rear of the lot, skirted the high wall at a trot; crossed a narrow, black alley, hurried down behind the next lots to the cross street, walked as fast as he dared to the next corner, turned into the main street, and made for the nearest public telephone booth.
A moment more and the private car was fastened to the train, and Starr leaning from the window waved her tiny handkerchief until the train had thundered away among the pines, and there was nothing left but the echo of its sound. The sun was going down but it mattered not. There was sunshine in the boy's heart.
All told, there were six of them when all had arrived, and they must have been astounded at what Starr told them in a prudent undertone and speaking swiftly. They did not say anything much, but slipped away after him and came to the high wall that hid so much menace. "There was a hombre on guard across the street," Starr told the sheriff. "He went off to the fire, but he's liable to come back.
Starr King's mother was not a wonderful nor a famous person I find no mention of her in Society's Doings of the day nothing of her dress or equipage. If she was "superbly gowned," we do not know it; if she was ever one of the "unbonneted," history is silent. All we know is, that together they read Bulfinch's "Mythology," Grote's "History of Greece," Plutarch, Dante and Shakespeare.
He had not been to the room that night save for ten minutes early in the evening when he had mumbled something about a little business, and said he would be back before Michael left. Michael sat for a long time, his elbow on the table, his head in his hands, trying to think. A way had occurred to him which might or might not do something to prevent Starr from throwing away her happiness.
He felt already that he had done a good thing in sending this boy down here to be educated. It was worth the little money he had put into it. Starr watched Michael shyly from the shelter of her father's side and listened to him. He was not like the boys she met in New York.
Colonel Starr began to say softly within himself, 'I am a brute. The fifth minute was up. 'Will you speak? asked the Colonel. 'Burra sahib, no, said Sunni. At that instant Lieutenant Pink galloped up to the door of the tent. 'They've come to their senses at last, sir. Six mounted men have just left the north gate, signalling for a parley.
For three weeks Thomas Jones indulged in roast kid and curry every day from Lalpore, and Lieutenant Pink, having no more warlike way of amusing himself, made sanguinary water-colour sketches of the city to send home to the Misses Pink in England. The day came at last when Colonel Starr and Sonny Sahib went to pay their final respects to the Maharajah.
Ostensibly the fellow had merely stopped to light a cigarette, but while Starr watched him he struck three matches in succession, and immediately afterwards a shadow glided from the shelter of a plumber's shop opposite, slipped down to the gate that was always barred, and disappeared. Starr circled warily to the rear of the yard to see what chance there might be of getting over the wall unseen.
Last night, as soon as I saw the wind getting up, I wired him in Amsterdam, where he was waiting, to start as soon as it was light." "You're a wonderful fellow," said Mr. van Buren, and I complimented him too; but Nell didn't speak. A few minutes later we heard the whirr of a motor, and the buzz of excited voices. Starr stopped with us. This was the Jonkheer's idea.
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