msahib will be placed. Even for me, known as I am to all the
Rajah's officers, it would be impossible to do so; it is my daughter in
whom we shall have to trust."

Bathurst rapidly put on the clothes that Rujub had brought with him, and
thrust a sword, two daggers, and a brace of long barreled pistols into
the sash round his waist.

"Your color is not dark enough, sahib. I have brought dye with me; but
first I must dress the wound on your head, and bandage it more neatly,
so that the blood stained swathings will not show below the folds of
your turban."

Bathurst submitted himself impatiently to Rujub's hands. The latter cut
off all the hair that would show under the turban, dyed the skin
the same color as the other parts, and finally, after darkening his
eyebrows, eyelashes, and mustache, pronounced that he would pass
anywhere without attracting attention. Then they started at a quick walk
along the river, crossed by the ferryboat to Cawnpore, and made their
way to a quiet street in the native town.

"This is my house for the present," Rujub said, producing a key and
unlocking a door. He shouted as he closed the door behind him, and an
old woman appeared.

"Is the meal prepared?" he asked.

"It is ready," she said.

"That is right. Tell Rhuman to put the pony into the cart."

He then led the way into a comfortably furnished apartment where a meal
was laid.

"Eat, my lord," he said; "you need it, and will require your strength."

Bathurst, who, during his walk, had felt the effects of the loss of
blood and anxiety, at once seated himself at the table and ate, at first
languidly, but as appetite came, more heartily, and felt still more
benefited by a bottle of excellent wine Rujub had placed beside him. The
latter returned to the room just as he had finished. He was now attired
as he had been when Bathurst last met him at Deennugghur.

"I feel another man, Rujub, and fit for anything."

"The cart is ready," Rujub said. "I have already taken my meal; we do
not eat meat, and live entirely on vegetables. Meat clouds the senses,
and simple food, and little of it, is necessary for those who would
enter the inner brotherhood."

At the door a small native cart was standing with a pony in the shafts.

"You will go with us, Rhuman," Rujub said, as he and Bathurst took their
seats in the cart.

The boy squatted down at Rujub's feet, taking the reins and whip, and
the pony started off at a brisk pace. Upon the wa