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Updated: June 10, 2025
To this wolf, when hunting his kill, the tiger gave wide berth; the bear took to his cave, and all fleet-footed things of the jungles fled in panic. Kathlyn climbed as rapidly as she could. She dared not mount a tree, for the red wolf would outwit her. She must go on. The bark, or yelp, had been a signal; but now there came to her ears the long howl.
The nation goes daily, through intrinsic interest in the device, and is dosed with such continued stories as the Adventures of Kathlyn, What Happened to Mary, and the Million Dollar Mystery, stretched on through reel after reel, week after week. Kathlyn had no especial adventures. Nothing in particular happened to Mary.
In the blue of night the temple looked as though it had been sculptured out of mist. Here and there the heavy dews, touched by the moon lances, flung back flames of sapphire, cold and sharp. To Kathlyn the temple was of marvelous beauty. She urged Rajah toward the crumbling portico. It was a temple in ruins, like many in Hind.
They had not cared to seek their lair during the night on account of the fires; and, worrying over their cubs, they were not in the most agreeable mood. Kathlyn saw their approach in time to reach her platform. They snarled about the tree, and the male climbed up as far as the platform. Kathlyn reached over with a stout club and clouted the brute on his tender nose.
A dark frown began to settle over Umballa's face. If the colonel refused the last candidate for nuptial honors, he should die. But as Ramabai lifted the veil of this last woman the colonel nodded sharply; and Kathlyn, for a brief space, gazed into her father's eyes. The same thought occurred to both; what a horrible mockery it all was, and where would it lead finally?
Neither animal nor vagabond molested them. When they arrived they immediately found means to acquaint Ramabai, who with Pundita set out to meet them. In their picturesque disguises Kathlyn and Bruce made a handsome pair of high caste natives. The blue eyes alone might have caused remarks, but this was a negligible danger, since color and costume detracted.
She stared dreamily toward the empurpling hills. "I can't explain, but that's the way I feel. Some day we shall be free again, reenter the life we have known and all this will resolve itself into an idle dream. Ahmed has said it." "No, he is alive somewhere back there." Bruce turned to look at her again, but Kathlyn was still gazing at the hills without seeing them.
He lifted her with his powerful trunk and carried her off, for hours and hours, back into the trackless jungle. . . . Kathlyn found herself, all at once, sitting against the roots of an aged banyan tree. A few yards away an ape sat on his haunches and eyed her curiously. A little farther off Rajah browsed in a clump of weeds, the howdah at a rakish angle, like the cocked hat of a bully.
For a while Kathlyn felt beaten. She would be compelled to wait another week. It was disheartening. "Why not try the freight, then?" cried Winnie. "You little angel! I never thought of that!" But the crew would not hear of it. It was absolutely against the company's rules. Kathlyn could have cried. "It isn't money, miss, it's the rules," said the conductor kindly. "I can't do it."
Three fat bags of silver, he said, would he pay me for the white hunter with the white hair. It is the will of Allah!" The colonel's head sank upon his knees. Kathlyn patted his shoulder. "Father, I tell you mind not the mouthings of a vile guru. We shall soon be free." "Kit, this time, if I return to Allaha, I shall die. I feel it in my bones." "And I say no!" The chief turned to Ramabai.
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