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Updated: June 10, 2025
"Come now, Miss Kathlyn, no thinking; leave the whole business to me, the worry and the planning. If we can reach my elephants, all right; we'll be in Delhi within seven days. The rest of the going will be as simple as falling off a log." That Yankee phrase did more to rehabilitate her than all his assurances. From time to time Bruce stole a glance through the curtained window.
The rascals gave the rope a savage pull, and from where he stood Bruce could see the lean striped body of the furious tiger leap to freedom. "Keep your eyes shut. It will not be a pleasant thing to look at," he warned the girl. But Kathlyn could not have closed her eyes if she had tried.
With the elephants she did about as she pleased. "Miss Kathlyn, I am growing a bit afraid of you," said Bruce. "And why?" "I've never seen animals act like that before. What is it you do to them?" "Let them know that I am not afraid of them and that I am fond of them." "I am not afraid of them and am also fond of them. Yet they spit at me whenever I approach." "Perhaps it is black art."
Imbued with a sense of gratitude for Ramabai's patience and kindness and assistance through all her dreadful ordeals, Kathlyn sprang up suddenly, and without looking reached for what she supposed to be her own goblet, but inadvertently her hand came into contact with Ramabai's. What she had in mind to say was never spoken. The majordomo stood appalled.
Legally mine! Now will you tell me where that silver basket lies hidden, with its gold and game?" "Father, do not tell him!" warned Kathlyn. "So long as we do not tell him he does not put us out of the way!" "Kit!" "Dad, poor dad!" "Little fool!" said Umballa. Kathlyn struggled to reach her father again, but could not. Umballa folded his arms tightly about her and attempted to kiss her.
It might have belonged to an Englishman, a Frenchman, or a Russian; more likely the latter, since this was one of the localities where they crossed and recrossed with their note-books to be utilized against that day when the Bear dropped down from the north and tackled the Lion. Kathlyn had to go down to the very bottom of the ravine.
"Isn't that enough?" he retorted. "Well, what is it, Martha? Dinner? Well, if I haven't cheated you girls out of your tea!" "Tea!" sniffed Winnie disdainfully. "Do you know, dad, you're awfully mean to Kit and me. If you'd take the trouble you could be more interesting than any book I ever read." "He doesn't believe his stories would interest vain young ladies," said Kathlyn gravely.
Secretly, however, Ramabai's revolutionary friends were still back of him, though they pretended to bow to the yoke of the priests. So upon this day matters stood thus: the colonel, Kathlyn, Bruce and Winnie were prisoners again; Ahmed was in hiding, and Ramabai and his wife mocked by those who once had cheered them.
The human mind can stand only so many shocks. Outside the palace courtyard stood Rajah, the howdah securely attached once more, Kathlyn was bidden to mount. A water bottle and some cakes were placed in the howdah beside her. Then a drunken mahout mounted behind Rajah's ears. The elephant did not like the feel of the man's legs, and he began to sway ominously.
Kathlyn showed signs of restlessness, and this restlessness conveyed itself to the leopard, who began to switch his tail about. "Mem-sahib, you are losing your influence over the cat," warned Ahmed. "Go walk; go talk elephant; and you, Bruce Sahib, go with her. I'll take care of the cat." So Bruce and Kathlyn went the rounds of the cages. She was a veritable enigma to Bruce.
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