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Bruce bore his weight savagely against the door, once, twice, thrice; and pitched forward on his knees, outside. He was up instantly. He caught Kathlyn by the hand and hurried her along; and all she could think of was Winnie romping toward the canopied studio, her father half asleep on the veranda and the leopard cat sprawled on the divan! "Sahib! Huzoor!" a voice called. "This way!" "Ahmed!

"After the tricks are done Kathlyn Mem-sahib will throw aside her veil and stand revealed, to Umballa, to the council, to the populace." Bruce jumped to his feet. "Be patient, Bruce Sahib," reproved Ramabai. "I am not yet done." Bruce sat down again, and Kathlyn stole a glance at his lean unhappy face. How she longed to touch it, to smooth away the lines of care!

This, of course, was also sacred. Many Hindus were bathing in the ghats. They passed by these and presently came upon a funeral pyre. Sometimes one sleeps with one's eyes open, and thus it was with Kathlyn. Out of that funeral pyre her feverish thoughts builded a frightful dream. The drunken mahout slid off Rajah; the soldiers turned aside.

Any-dark skinned person was now a subtle menace. And when, later, she saw peering into the port-hole of her stateroom, dismay became terror. Who was this man? Kathlyn sensed great loneliness when, about a month later, she arrived at the basin in Calcutta. A thousand or more natives were bathing ceremoniously in the ghat men, women and children.

Well for them that they entered the doomed quarter as they did. Kathlyn saw them, and the muzzle of the revolver which she was pressing to her heart lowered, the weapon itself slipping from her hand to the roof. God was not going to let her die like this. "Spread out the net!" commanded Bruce. "Kathlyn, can you hear me?" he shouted, cupping his hands before his mouth. Faintly he heard her reply.

I've been down to hell, and I can't just yet realize that I am out of it. I'm sorry!" "Poor dad!" Kathlyn pressed him in her arms, while Bruce nodded enviously but approvingly. By and by they drew aside the curtains. Kathlyn saw here and there objects which recalled her first journey along this highway. If only she had known! "One thing is forecast," said Bruce.

It would at least amuse him to watch their growing terror. "Look! Some one is coming!" cried Kathlyn. The chief saw the caravan at the same time, and he set up a shout of pleasure. Three fat bags of silver rupees! Umballa, the good Samaritan, bargained with the chief. He did not want all the prisoners, only one.

Glancing curiously round her prison of marble and jasper and porphyry, she discovered a slip of white paper protruding through a square in the latticed window which opened out toward the garden of brides. Hope roused her into activity. She ran to the window and snatched the paper eagerly. It was from Kathlyn, darling Kit.

"The curse, the curse, always the curse!" "Don't you believe that, Colonel. It is only misfortune. Now I'm going to pot Umballa. That will simplify everything. Without a head the soldiers will be without a cause, and they'll desert Kathlyn as quickly as our coolies deserted us." "Where is Ahmed?" "Ahmed? I had forgot all about him! But we can't wait now. He'll have to look out for himself. Hark!"

Let them send her back to Allaha; she was beaten; she was without the will to resist further. All she wanted was food and water and sleep, sleep. After that they might do what they pleased with her. For the first time since the extraordinary flight from Allaha Kathlyn recollected the "elephant talk" which Ahmed had taught her.

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