and I am one of the fingers of the long arm of the British
Raj. And there are books in Calcutta in which my name is written high.
No more!"

Through the moon-frosted jungle the two elephants moved silently. A
drove of wild pigs scampered across the path, and the wild peacock
hissed from the underbrush sleepily. All silence again. Several times
Ahmed halted, straining his ears. It seemed incredible to Bruce that
the enormous beasts could move so soundlessly. It was a part of their
business; they were hunters of their kind.

At length they came out into the open at the rear of the prison walls.
Here Ramabai got down, and went In search of any sentries. He returned
almost at once with the good news that there was none.

The marble walls shimmered like clusters of dull opals. What misery
had been known behind their crumbling beauty!

Ahmed marked the tree and raised his hand as a sign.

"Bruce Sahib!" he called.

"Yes, Ahmed. I'll risk it first."

Bruce moved the elephant to the barred window. His heart beat wildly.
He leaned down from his howdah and strove to peer within.

"Kathlyn Hare?" he whispered.

"Who is it?"

"Bruce."

"Father, father!" Bruce heard her cry; "they have found us!"

Ahmed heard the call; and he sighed as one who had Allah to thank. God
was great and Mahomet was His prophet.

"Listen," said Bruce. "We shall hook chains to the bars and pull them
out, without noise if possible. The moment they give . . . have you
anything to stand on?"

"Yes, a tabouret."

"That will serve. You stand on it, and I'll pull you up and through.
Then your father."

"Father is in chains."

"Ahmed, he is in chains. What in God's name shall we do?"

"Return for me later," said Hare. "Don't bother about me. Get Kit
away, and quickly. Umballa may return at any moment. To work, to
work, Bruce, and God bless you!"

They flew to the task. Round the hooks Ahmed had wrapped cloths to
ward against the clink of metal against metal. The hooks were deftly
engaged. The chains grew taut. So far there was but little noise.
The elephants leaned against the chains; the bars bent and sprang
suddenly from their ancient sockets.

Kathlyn was free.

CHAPTER X

WAITING

Kathlyn flung herself into her father's arms.

"Dad, dad! To leave you alone!"

"Kit, you are wasting time. Be off. Trust me; I wasn't meant to die
in this dog's kennel, curse or no curse. Kiss me and go!"

"Curse?