ish to set eyes on him again.

"I--I shall be proud," he said; and, turning away to hide his emotion,
went back to the bed that drew him like a magnet.

There he knelt a long while, in a torment of mute, passionate protest
against the power of so trivial an injury to rob the world of so much
gallantry and charm. Resignation was far from him. With all the
vehemence that was in him, he raged against his loss....

* * * * *

Next morning, they awoke, as from a prolonged and terrible dream, to
find Lahore practically isolated; all wires down, but one; the _hartal_
continuing in defiance of orders and exhortations; more stations
demolished; more trains derailed and looted; all available British
troops recalled from the Hills. But for five sets of wireless plant,
urgently asked for, isolation would have been complete.

By the fourteenth, the position was desperate. Civil authority flatly
defied; the police--lacking reserves--fairly played out; the temperature
chart of rebellion at its highest point. The inference was plain.

Organised revolt is amenable only to the ultimate argument of force.
Nothing, now, would serve but strong action, and the compelling power of
Martial Law.

Happily for India, the men who had striven their utmost to avoid both
did not falter in that critical hour.

At Amritsar strong action had already been taken; and the sobering
effect of it spread, in widening circles, bringing relief to thousands
of both races; not least to men whose nerve and resource had been
strained almost to the limit of endurance.

In Lahore, notices of Martial Law were issued. The suspended life of
the city tentatively revived. Law-abiding men of all ranks breathed more
freely; and for the moment it seemed the worst was over....

Roy, having slept off a measure of his utter fatigue, took up the dead
weight of life again, with the old sick sensation, of three years ago,
that nothing mattered in earth or heaven. But then, there had been Lance
to uphold and cheer him. Now there was only the hard unfailing mercy of
work to be pulled through somehow.

There was also Rose--and the problem of letting her know that he knew.
And--their marriage? All that seemed to have suffered shipwreck with the
rest of him. He was still too dazed and blinded with grief to see an
inch ahead. He only knew he could not bear to see her, who had made
Lance suffer so, till the first anguish had been dulled a little-