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Updated: June 10, 2025
It seemed incredible. To have her fall into Umballa's hands thus easily, when he and Bruce Sahib had searched the jungle far and wide! Well, she was alive; praise Allah for that; and where there was life there was hope. Later Kathlyn was standing under the cell window gazing at the yellow sunset. Two hours had gone, and no sign of Umballa yet. She shuddered.
A cordon of soldiers was accordingly detailed to surround Bruce's box at the rear. When Kathlyn arrived she was placed under the canopy: another bit of kindly attention on the part of Umballa to twist the white man's heart. But nothing could have happened more to the satisfaction of Bruce. "Kathlyn Hare," he called out softly in Spanish, "do you hear and understand me?"
It will keep them all busy for an hour or more. Since Umballa believes you to be dead, he will be concerned about my disappearance only. And it will be some time ere they learn of my escape. Forward, Ahmed! This time . . ." "Don't, father!" interrupted Kathlyn. "Perhaps we shall escape, but none of us is sure. Let us merely hope. I'm so tired!"
"Yes, father; I am not afraid to die, and death seems all that remains. I should bless you. He will be a tiger now." "My child, God was good to give me a daughter like you." She turned to him this time and pressed him to her heart. "It grows dark suddenly," he said. Kathlyn glanced toward the window. "Why, it's a baboon!" she exclaimed. "Jock, Jock!" cried her father excitedly.
Ahmed recognized him as the ambassador from the neighboring principality, ruled by a Kumor, who was in turn ruled by the British Raj. Kathlyn could not shut out the leer on his face. By midafternoon the gharry reached Bruce's camp. Ramabai and Pundita greeted Kathlyn with delight. All their troubles were over. They had but to mount the elephants and ride away.
Possibly, when no further explosion shook the air, the mob and the soldiers would return out of curiosity. And then, good-by! But the sight of a lion emerging from the murk, the wrong side of the crevice, roused him thoroughly. "Save yourself!" said Kathlyn in despair: "there is no possible way of saving me.
"But I shall never wear a precious stone again, if I live. I abhor them!" "I am my father's daughter," said Winnie. "Put the howdahs on the two elephants," Umballa ordered. The men obeyed clumsily, being fishermen by occupation and mahouts by compulsion. Kathlyn tried in vain to see where they were taking Bruce and the others.
Umballa had won his point in regard to having his prisoners flogged; but, Oriental that he was, he went about the matter leisurely. He ate his supper, changed his clothes and dallied in the zenana for an hour. The rascal had made a thorough study of the word "suspense"; he knew the exquisite torture of making one's victim wait. For the time being his passion for Kathlyn had subsided.
My plan is this: we will take five racing camels, go north and turn, making the well from the west. That will not look like pursuit." "But five camels?" Bala Khan was curious. "Yes. In order to allay the suspicions of the brigands, Kathlyn Mem-sahib and my wife must accompany us." The colonel objected, but Kathlyn overruled his objections. "But, Kit, they will recognize us.
Bala Khan's men will not leave with the camels till they learn whether we are dead or alive. It will be a hard trek, Miss Kathlyn. Ten miles over sand is worse than fifty over turf. I don't think we'll see any more of those ruffians." "Kathlyn," she said. "Well Kathlyn!" "Or, better still, at home they call me Kit." They smiled into each other's eyes, and no words were needed.
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