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Updated: June 16, 2025
"And now give me a piece of paper and pen and ink." Then sitting down he wrote: "My Dear Miss Hannay: Rujub, the juggler, and I will do what we can to rescue you. We are powerless to effect anything as long as you remain where you are. The bearer, Rujub's daughter, will give you the bottles, one containing lunar caustic, the other nitric acid.
Bathurst submitted himself impatiently to Rujub's hands. The latter cut off all the hair that would show under the turban, dyed the skin the same color as the other parts, and finally, after darkening his eyebrows, eyelashes, and mustache, pronounced that he would pass anywhere without attracting attention.
"Why was I not killed when I sat there by her side?" So he lay for an hour, and then slowly rose and looked round. There was a faint light in the sky. "It will be light in another hour," he said to himself, and he again sat down. Suddenly he started. Had someone spoken, or had he fancied it? "Wait till I come." He seemed to hear the words plainly, just as he had heard Rujub's summons before.
At the door a small native cart was standing with a pony in the shafts. "You will go with us, Rhuman," Rujub said, as he and Bathurst took their seats in the cart. The boy squatted down at Rujub's feet, taking the reins and whip, and the pony started off at a brisk pace.
Again and again the question was asked, and the answer became fainter and fainter, although it sounded as if it was a distant cry in response to Rujub's shout rather than spoken in an ordinary voice. At last no response was heard. "Now it shall descend," the juggler said.
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