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"Why was it given up?" asked Jack. "Because it was too dangerous, sahib," replied the Burman. "Many men, many women have been seized by alligators at this ford. So the villagers made a bridge at the narrow place higher up." "Well, we shall have to face it," said Jack. "How deep is it in the middle?" "To the waist when the water is low," replied Me Dain.
Haydon obtained sufficient money to pay Me Dain the reward he had promised. So that this time the Burman retired to his native village with wealth beyond anything he had ever dreamed of. This business detained them in Mandalay for some days, but one evening Mr. Haydon said, "We'll take the first train to-morrow morning," and the others nodded agreement.
"Come on," and the whole party hurried across to the building, whose door stood half open. "It is a small monastery," cried Me Dain, as they approached, "some rich man has been winning merit since I was last this way. Stay a moment, sahibs; I will enter and see that all is safe." He flung the leading-reins to Buck and darted forward.
He did not dare to fire at them, for he might have struck Me Dain. Not one of them rose, but darted away along the ground like four-footed creatures, and just as nimbly. Jack whipped out his knife and slashed the bonds across; the Burman at once leapt to his feet. As he did so, the other two ran up, pistol in hand. "An attack!" cried Buck. "What's this game? Why, it's a Kachin.
An European lamp with a green shade standing on the table made all this indistinctly visible to Dain. "You are welcome to your rest here," said Babalatchi, looking at Dain interrogatively. "I must speak to the Rajah at once," answered Dain. Babalatchi made a gesture of assent, and, turning to the brass gong suspended under the arm-rack, struck two sharp blows.
Into this room, obedient to the rigid etiquette of an old-fashioned Five Towns funeral, every person asked to the burial was bound to come, in order to take a last look at the departed, and to offer a few words of sympathy to the chief mourner. As they entered Stanway, David Dain, Fred Ryley, Dr.
He made a way for her through the outer fringe of people to the middle space where the couples were forming. Her last thoughts as she gave him her hand were thoughts half-pitiful and half-scornful of John, David Dain, and the doctor, brutishly content in the refreshment-room.
Dain approached and saluted his client's wife with characteristic sheepishness. 'Large company, I believe, he said awkwardly. In evening dress he was always particularly awkward. She smiled kindly on him, thinking the while what a clumsy and objectionable fat little man he was.
"All wite, den; we frens 'dain," lisped the mite, putting up his little rosebud mouth so prettily for a kiss, in token of peace and forgiveness on his part, that the nurse could not help giving him another hug.
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