“And what is that?” curious in her turn.

“I’ll tell you later.”  And there the matter stood.

The journey to the village proved frightfully exhausting.  The two were in a sorry plight when they reached the well.

The camel men were overjoyed at the sight of them.  For hours they had waited in dread, contemplating flight which would take them anywhere but to Bala Khan, who rewarded cowardice in one fashion only.  For, but for their cowardly inactivity, their charges might by now be safe in the seaport toward which they had been journeying.  So they brought food for the two and begged that they would not be accused of cowardice to Bala Khan.

“Poor devils!” said Bruce.  “Had they shown the least resistance those brigand chaps would have killed them off like rats.”  He beckoned to the head man.  “Take us back to Bala Khan in the morning, and we promise that no harm shall befall you.  Now, find us a place to sleep.”

Nevertheless, it was hard work to keep that promise.  Bala Khan stormed and swore that death was too good for the watery hearts of his camel men.  They should be crucified on the wall.  Kathlyn’s diplomacy alone averted the tragedy.  Finally, with a good deal of reluctance, Bala Khan gave his word.

So Bruce and Kathlyn planned to return to Allaha, and it was the Khan himself who devised the method.  The two young people should stain their skins and don native dress.  He would give them two camels outright, only they would be obliged to make the journey without servants.

“But if harm comes to you, and I hear of it, by the beard of the prophet, I’ll throw into Allaha such a swarm of stinging bees that all Hind shall hear of it.  Now go, and may Allah watch over you, infidels though you be!”

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Umballa sent a messenger on before, for he loved the theatrical, which is innate in all Orientals.  He desired to enter the city to the shrilling of reeds and the booming of tom-toms; to impress upon this unruly populace that he, Durga Ram, was a man of his word, that when he set out to accomplish a thing it was as good as done.  His arrival was greeted with cheers, but there was an undertone of groans that was not pleasant to his keen ears.  Deep in his heart he cursed, for by these sounds he knew that only the froth was his, the froth and scum of the town.  The iron heel; so they would have it in preference to his friendship.  Oh, for some way to trap Ramabai, to hold him up in ridicule, to smash him down from his pedestal, known but as yet unseen!

He wondered if he would find any more of those anonymous notes relating to the inviolable person of Ramabai.  Woe to him who laid them about, could he but put his hand upon him!  He, Durga Ram, held Allaha in the hollow of his hand, and this day he would prove it.

So he put a rope about the waist of Colonel Hare, and led him through the streets, as the ancient Romans he had read about did to the vanquished.  He himself recognized the absurdity of all these things, but his safety lay in the fact that the populace at large were incapable of reasoning for themselves; they saw only that which was visible to the eye.