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Updated: June 1, 2025
Here they remained huddled together till the storm died away. "It has blown itself out," commented the chief. Then he spoke to Ramabai. "Who is this man?" with a nod toward the colonel. "He is an American." "He came for Allaha?" "Yes," said Ramabai unsuspiciously. "Ha! Then that great prince did not lie." "What prince?" cried Ramabai, now alarmed. "The Prince Durga Ram.
We must form our plans quickly. We have perhaps three days' grace. After that, woe to all of us who are found here. Ah, I am tired, tired!" "Kit," whispered Bruce, "I intend this night to seek Bala Khan!" "John!" "Yes. What the deuce is Allaha to me? Ramabai must fight it out alone. But don't worry about me; I can take care of myself." "But I don't want you to go. I need you."
Even the Pathan expects that which he can not understand." "Isn't that the wall behind that sand-hill? Let me have the glasses a moment. Colonel. . . . H'm! The walled city, all right. Some people moving about outside. Dancers, I should say." "Professional," explained Ramabai. "Nothing religious, then? By George!" "What is it?" asked the colonel. "Take a look.
To-morrow my master's daughter is to be carried into the jungle. The Mem-sahib is to be tied inside a tiger trap, bait for the cat. That is the first ordeal." "Shaitan!" murmured Ramabai. "Go on, Ahmed." "The cage will be set near the old peepul tree, not far from the south gate. Now, you, Sahib, and you, Ramabai, must hide somewhere near.
No harm will come to them, since no one can identify them as having been Umballa's assailants. My wife will not be molested in any way for remaining at the bungalow." Without another word Ramabai curled himself up and went to sleep; and one by one the others followed his example. Bruce was last to close his eyes.
"I know that," replied Ramabai. "But who murdered him? Who built that cage in the palanquin? Who put the tiger there? Who beat and overpowered the real bearers and confiscated their turbans? Speak, girl; and if you can prove these things, there will be no silken cord." "But who will believe a poor woman of the zenana?" "I will." "But you can not save men from the cord.
An hour went by, Kathlyn could hear the wolves as they crowded against the door, sniffing the sill. The colonel, Bruce, Ramabai and Ahmed had found the horses half a dozen miles away; and they had thrashed the thieving natives soundly and instilled the right kind of fear in their breasts. At rifle point they had forced the natives back to the rest house.
It appears to me that the king latterly took a dislike to his protege, Umballa, and turned this little trick to make him unhappy. I dare say he thought your father wise enough to remain away. Umballa hangs between wind and water; he can go neither forward nor backward. But poor Ramabai back there will lose his gold for this."
They will not have forgot me. They will know that we have come from the town, despite the fact that to all appearances we come from the West." Bruce also shook his head. "It doesn't look good, Ramabai. Why not we three men?" "They would be suspicious at once. They would reason, if they saw Kathlyn Mem-sahib and my wife with us that we were harmless. Will you trust me?"
As master of ceremonies, Ramabai conducted them into the palace, thence into the throne room gaily decorated for the occasion. In a balcony directly above the canopy of the throne were musicians, playing the mournful harmonies so dear to the oriental heart. Upon the throne sat Colonel Hare, gorgeously attired, but cold and stern of visage, prepared to play his part in this unutterable buffoonery.
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