cion of a sweet refrain
still lives through melancholy bars.

"The man who took your home letters to Mahommed Gunga."

"And--?"

"He has promised to try to find a man for me who will take my report on
this awful business to the Resident at Abu."

"Father, listen! Listen, please!" Rosemary McClean drew a chair for him
and knelt beside him. Youth saved her face from being drawn as his, but
the heat and horror had begun to undermine youth's powers of resistance.
She looked more beautiful than ever, but no law lays down that a wraith
shall be unlovely. She had tried the personal appeal with him a hundred
times, and argument a thousand; now, she used both in a concentrated,
earnest effort to prevail over his stubborn will. Her will was as strong
as his, and yielded place to nothing but her sense of loyalty. There
were not only Rajputs, as the Rajputs knew, who could be true to a high
ideal. "I am sure that whoever that man is he must be the link between
us and the safety Mahommed Gunga spoke of. Otherwise, why does he stay
behind? Native officers who have servants take their servants with them,
as a rule."

"Well?"

"Give the word! Let us at least get in touch with safety!"

"For myself, no. For you, yes! I have been weak with you, dear. I have
let my selfish pleasure in having you near me overcome my sense of
duty--that, and my faithless fear that you would not be properly
provided for. I think, too, that I have never quite induced myself
to trust natives sufficiently--even native gentlemen. You shall go,
Rosemary. You shall go as soon as I can get word to Mahommed Gunga's
man. Call that old woman in."

"Father, I will not go without you, and you know it! My place is with
you, and I have quite made up my mind. If you stay, I stay! My presence
here has saved your life a hundred times over. No, I don't mean just
when you were ill; I mean that they dare not lay a finger on me! They
know that a nation which respects their women would strike hard and
swiftly to avenge a woman of its own! If I were to go away and leave
you they would poison you or stab you within a day, and then hold a mock
trial and hang some innocent or other to blind the British Government. I
would be a murderess if I left you here alone! Come! Come away!"

He shook his head. "It was wrong of me to ever bring you here," he said
sadly. "But I did not know--I would never have believed." Then wrath
took hold of him--the awful, cold anger of the Puritan