u can. Now drop the curtains, Bruce."

So through the streets they hurried, unmolested. Those who saw the
curtained howdah took it for granted that some unsuccessful candidate
was returning to her home.

It was well for Kathlyn that she had made up her mind to leap for the
vines at the moment she did. For the elephants had not left the first
turn in the street when keepers and soldiers came running pell-mell
into the street with ropes and ladders, prepared for the recapture of
the treasury leopards, which, of course, were looked upon as sacred.

At the ancient gate the fugitives paused for the supplies awaiting
them. Ahmed was not known to the guards there; that was good fortune.
In the dialect he jested with them, winked and nodded toward the
curtained howdah. The guards laughed; they understood. Some
disappointed houri was returning whence she had come. Ahmed took his
time; he had no reason to hurry. Nothing must pass which would arouse
the suspicions of the guards; and haste always alarmed the Oriental.

To the colonel, however, things appeared to lag unnecessarily. He
finally lost patience and swept back the curtain despite Bruce's
restraining hand. A native mahout, who had been loitering in town that
day, recognized at once the royal turban which the colonel still wore.
The colonel's face meant nothing; the turban, everything. The mahout
stood stock-still for a moment, not quite believing his eyes. By this
time, however, Ahmed was comfortably straddled back of his elephant's
ears and was jogging along the road.

"The king!" shouted the surprised mahout to the guards, who had not
seen the man or the turban.

"What king, fool?" returned the guards.

"The white king who was betrothed this day! Ai, ai! I have seen the
royal turban. It is he!"

The guards derided him. So, finding no hope in them, he ran to his
elephant, mounted and rode back into town. Durga Ram would pay well
for this news.

"Father," said Kathlyn reproachfully, "that mahout recognized you. I
warned you not to move the curtain."

Bruce shrugged.

"But, Kit," returned her father, "Ahmed was so infernally slow! He
could spend time in chattering to the guards."

Ahmed heard, but said nothing.

"Never mind," interposed Bruce pacifically. "At any rate we shall have
the advantage of a couple of hours, and Umballa will not catch us with
the elephants he has at hand. By the time he starts his expedition we
shall be thirty