ns and the bars of the window. She returned and sat down
beside her father and rested her aching head on her knees, thinking,
thinking.

Bruce, struggling with the soldiers (and long since their fat flesh had
been stung into such activity!) saw Umballa appear in the corridor.

"Durga Ram," he cried, with a furious effort to free his arms. "Durga
Ram, you damnable scoundrel, it would be wise for you to kill me, here
and now, for if I ever get free. God help you! O, I shan't kill you;
that would be too merciful. But I'll break your bones, one by one, and
never more shall you stand and walk. Do you hear me? Where is Kathlyn
Hare? She is mine!"

Umballa showed his teeth in what was an attempt to smile. He still saw
flashes of fire before his eyes, and it was yet difficult to breathe
naturally. Still, he could twist this white man's heart, play with him.

"Take him away. Put him outside the city gates and let him go."

Bruce was greatly astonished at this sign of clemency.

"But," added Umballa, crossing his lips with his tongue, "place him
against a wall and shoot him if he is caught within the city. He is
mad, and therefore I am lenient. There is no white woman in the palace
or in the royal zenana. Off with him!"

"You lie, Durga Ram! You found her in the slave mart to-day."

Umballa shrugged and waved his hand. He could have had Bruce shot at
once, but it pleased him to dangle death before the eyes of his rival.
He was no fool; he saw the trend of affairs. This young white man
loved Kathlyn Hare. All the better, in view of what was to come.

Bruce was conducted to the gate and rudely pushed outside. He turned
savagely, but a dozen black officers convinced him that this time he
would meet death. Ah, where was Ali, and Ahmed, and the man Lal Singh,
who was to notify the English? He found Ali at camp, the chief mahout
having been conducted there in an improvised litter. He recounted his
experiences.

"I was helpless, Sahib."

"No more than I am, Ali. But be of good cheer; Umballa and I shall
meet soon, man to man."

"Allah is Allah; there is no God but God."

"And sometimes," said Bruce, moodily, "he watches over the innocent."

"Ahmed is at Hare Sahib's camp."

"Thanks, Ali; that's the best news I have heard yet. Ahmed will find a
way. Take care of yourself. I'm off!"

When Umballa appeared before the council their astonishment knew no
bounds. The clay tinted skin, the shaking h