g that their hearts were in
the cheering and their good will won. Red, then, as a boiled beet, he
rode over to the six-horse carriage and dismounted by her father--picked
him up--called two troopers--and lifted him on to the rear seat of the
great old-fashioned coach.

"Get inside beside him!" he ordered Rosemary, examining the missionary's
head as he spoke. "It's a scalp wound, and he's stunned--no more. He's
left off bleeding already. Nurse him!" He was off, then, without another
word or a backward glance for her--off to his men and the gap in the
wall that waited an investigation.

The amazing was discovered then. The treasure--the fabled, fabulous,
enormous Howrah treasure was no fable. It was there, behind that wall!
The jewels and the bullion in marketable bars that could have bought
an army or a kingdom--the sacred, secret treasure of twenty troubled
generations, that was guarded in the front by fifty doors and fifty
corridors and three times fifty locks--the door of whose secret vault
was guarded by a cannon, set to explode at the slightest touch--was
hidden from the public road at its other side, its rear, by nothing
better than a five-foot wall of ill-cemented stone! Cunningham stepped
inside over the dismantled masonry and sat down on a chest that held
more money's worth than all the Cunninghams in all the world had ever
owned, or spent, or owed, or used, or dreamed of!

"Ask Alwa and Mahommed Gunga to come to me here!" he called; and a
minute later they stood at attention in front of him.

"Send a hundred men, each with a flag of truce on his lance, to gallop
through the city and call on Jaimihr's men to rally to me, if they wish
protection against Howrah!"

"Good, sahib! Good!" swore Alwa. "Howrah is the next danger! Make ready
to fight Howrah!"

"Attend to my orders, please!" smiled Cunningham, and Alwa did as he was
told. Within an hour Jaimihr's men were streaming from the four quarters
of the compass, hurrying to be on the winning side, and forming into
companies as they were ordered.

Then Cunningham gave another order.

"Alwa-sahib, will you take another flag of truce, please, and ride with
not more than two men to Maharajah Howrah. Tell him that I want him here
at once to settle about this treasure."

Alwa stared. His mouth opened a little, and he stood like a man bereft
of reason by the unexpected.

"Are you not still pledged to support Howrah on his throne?"

"I am, bahadur."

"Woul