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BY SWORD AND FIRE


The garrison tumbled




One morning in the month of April, 1857, Baird Avery an assistant surgeon in the employ of the Honorable East India Company, was on his way to Delhi the ancient capital of the emperors of Hindostan, and at that time the residence of the royal brig and known as the "Great Mogul" of the empire.

The distance which the young gentleman had to travel was nearly one thousand miles. and the frightful hot season, during which the thermometer creeps up day after day to over one hundred in the shade and a hundred and forty in the flaming sun, was fairly advanced.

Avery had left the metropolis of India nearly two months before had traveled leisurely to the northwest since that time. Most of his journey was made by the Gauges in a budgerow, a craft of some fifty tons burden, one-half of which consists of a decked cabin, several small rooms and
an awning. The front of the vessel was' occupied by the crew including a manjee, or steersman, and eight dandies or boatmen, whose duties were to work the sails, or row or drag the vessel as necessity required.

Reaching the neighborhood of Cawnpore, Avery shifted to a dawk or palanquin, a slow but pleasant means of conveyance and one that has long been peculiar to that country. The box-like structure was borne on the shoulders of four men, with the same number walking beside them, ready to serve their turn. The palanquin was large enough to contain the doctor's meager luggage and to allow him to stretch out at full length on the well stuffed mattress covered with morocco leather, while a shelf and drawer held two or three books, writing material and a bottle of diluted brandy.

In the morning the heat became so intolerable that a halt was generally made at the roadside, in the shade of a friendly grove of mangoes, or at some bungalow, where the traveler awaited the lesser heat of evening before moving forward again. The greater part of the trip, therefore, was performed at night, when a Mussalchee ran by the side of the palanquin with a lighted torch to guide the bearers through the jungles. Wild animals and serpents were kept away by the flare and the shouting of the natives.

An attraction like that of the lodestone for the steel led Doctor Avery to make this long and toilsome journey. In Delhi lived the Reverend Francis Warringford with his family consisting of wife and daughter Marian. Twice during the previous three years had the young surgeon secured a leave of absence long enough to allow him to spend several weeks in the home of the delightful old gentlemen and wife, and to him, the still more delightful daughter.

Without dwelling upon the particulars of the subject, let it suffice to say that with the consent of the parents, the daughter had become the betrothed of Dr. Avery and his hope and expectation was that now she would consent to become his wife and accompany him to the home awaiting
her in Calcutta. In truth, she had given her promise to this effect in the last letter received by Avery before setting out on the most memorable journey of his life.

The date given at the opening of this chapter will be reorganized by the reader as marking the opening of the Sepoy Mutiny, one of the most fearful uprisings in the history of mankind. The young man had not failed to hear the muttering of the storm soon to break over India, but like the majority of his countrymen, as well as the military stationed in that quarter, he failed to realize its terrible gravity. For many years there had been unrest in Hindostan with occasional sporadic outbreaks, but the strong arm of England had crashed them, and every one believed this would again be done. An ardent lover minifies every subject except the single one that fills his thoughts; and Dr. Avery failed to suspect the peril which was gathering until he and those whom he loved were caught in the maelstrom.

The first definite suspicion of the appalling truth came to him when within a short distance of Delhi. The palanquin bearers had been changed several times and one evening a native whose appearance and manner aroused unusual interest on the part of the. Englishman joined the little company. The newcomer's name was Luchman and he had been a high caste Hindoo, who, having been converted to. Christianity through the labors of Warringford1 the missionary asked to be taken into his service as bearer or sort of valet. He was tall, thin to emaciation, very dark with a long curved mustache, which, like his gleaming eyes, was of intense blackness. He was muscular and agile, reserved and at times moody to sullenness.

Luchman's dress was of no distinctive character. He wore the dhotee, consisting of a single breadth of muslin, folded in heavy pleats around the loins, and descending gracefully to the ankles, while the upper part of the body was almost wholly covered by a coat of muslin. Despite the blistering sun of India, many of the Bengalis go bareheaded, but Luchman was never without his turban, gathered and folded with admirable skill.

In the comparative cool of the evening when the party was resting at the roadside and about to resume their journey, the first meeting of Luchinan and Dr. Avery took place and was attended by several astonishing discoveries on the part of the physician, who was recliaing on the ground and smoking a cheroot, when Luchman approached unnoticed. Halting in front of the white man, he made a half-military salute and in his low musical voice said:

"Dr. Avery, I am glad to find you so well."

This greeting was spoken with faultless accent. In truth had not the physician been looking into the swarthy countenance, he would have believed one of his own race had addressed him.

"Who are you?" asked Avery in amazement, after several minutes of silence. "I do not recall having met you before."

"I am Luchnian; Mr. Wairingford sent me to meet you and bring you to his home in Delhi."

Such being the fact, his recognition of the European was natural, but a greater surprise came the next minute, when the young man in his delight in the discovery, sprang to his feet and reached out his hand.

"I'm mighty glad to see you, Luchman; let's shake."

Without speaking and without any appearance of pleasure, the native clasped the hand of the impulsive visitor, who warmly greeted him.

Thunder!" exclaimed Avery the next instant. Luchman had answered with an unmistakable Masonic grip. Suspecting it was accidental on his part, Avery went a little farther only to find the response prompt.

"Do these men with you understand English?" asked Avery Lowering his voice.

"Not a word, brother."

Thereupon the doctor put the Hindoo through what may be called the "third degree," though, as we a" know, the phrase does not fit the situation. He found Luchman one of the brightest members of the Order he had ever met; he had been initiated, passed, and raised by no less a person than the Missionary Warringford, who was Master of a Lodge in Delhi, of which nearly every one of the few members was a European.

The discovery that both belonged to the Mystic Order which reaches to every part of the globe, drew the two nearer each other and opened the lips of Luchman, though not to the extent the doctor wished. The first remark of the Hindoo after the relations of the couple had been established, was startling:

I am sorry you have come so far from Calcutta, brother."

"Why are you sorry?"

"The greatest peril in the history of India is upon her: a storm is about to break, which will leave few Inglise alive, I fear you will never see Calcutta again."

"That means that the missionary and his family are in great danger."

"They are; I shall do all I can to save them, but hardly hope to do so."

"I shall help you in the undertaking." Luchman gravely shook his head.

"You only add to the task which is already beyond my power: you can give no help at alL My best advice to you is to start down the Ganges again and lose not an hour. I wish you would follow it, but I know you will not heed what I say."

For the first time a shadowy smile lit up the dark face, and white teeth flashed between the lips. Luchinan knew why nothing less than death itself would turn back the young man from hurrying to the help of the imperilled family in Delhi.

"These palanquin bearers," added Luchman, "would have killed you long ago had they not known they would have to reckon with me afterward. Let us press on, for we are not far from Delhi."

"A few words, Luchman. Of course we have heard in Calcutta of the mutterings in the Bengal Presidency caused by the spread of the report among the Sepoys that the cartridges for their new Enfield rifles, furnished them by our Government, have been prepared with grease of the hog, which all Mussulmans abominate, and with that of the cow, the sacred animal of the Hindoos. It matters not that all this is untrue, for the Sepoys believe it, but why do you speak of the peril as imminent?"

Because it ja imminent," replied the native, lowering his voice, though he knew that none of his countrymen understood a word he said. "This is the month of May, brother, and on the last day there will be a rising of the Mussulmans and Hindoos of India. All the regiments will turn on their English officers and kill them, their wives and children The Mogul Empire will be proclaimed and the Raj of the English will be rooted out of Hindostan."

How is it, Luchman, that you have learned all this?" asked Doctor Avery, with a painful throb of suspicion.

That is no concern of yours, sahib; what I tell you is true. The best favor you could do your friends in Delhi would be to turn about and make all haste to your home, while I guide the missionary and his family into the mofussil (interior of the country) and hide them there for a time. But as I just said, you will not heed my advice, so let us not delay any longer."

Imperial Delhi contains nearly a quarter of a million of people, and the modern city is all of seven miles in circumference. There was a time when its population was tenfold greater than now. It was captured and plundered in 1011 by Mahmoud; in 1398 by Tamerlane; in 1525 by Baber, who overthrew the Patan dynasty and inaugurated that of the Moguls; in 1739 it was pillaged by Nadir Shah, who sat in the mosque of Roshun Dowlah (near the Jumma Musjeed, \the most agnificent place of Mussulman worship in India) and saw a hundred thousand of the inhabitants massacred.

Delhi was surrounded by an embattled wall with numerous bastions and intervening martello towers, faced along the whole extent with massive masonry, which many years before had been strengthened by the addition of a moat and glacis. Within the city at the date of the Sepoy Mutiny dwelt Mohammed Suraj-oo-deen Shah Gezee, the Great Mogul of India. His claim to the succession of his father was sustained by the East India Company against a conspiracy to place a younger brother on the throne, and he was in receipt of nearly a million dollars annually from that colossai corporation. He had no political power, however, and made no pretense to the least authority outside his palaces, whose bounds embraced twelve thousand subjects, while the Royal Family itself numbered about one-eighth as many.

Beyond the limits of the narrow streets where the bazaars and native houses crowd together, yet close enough for easy access to the mission church, stood the home of the Warningfords. It was set back from a road in the middle of a garden or open space, which is so necessary to European life in that climate. A hedge partly hid the house and there were several trees in the garden, kept alive by the persistent attentions of the malee (gardener), who drew water morning and evening from a well and filled the trenches around the parched roots.

The home of the missionary showed the plainness that is a feature of the Anglo-Indian architecture. It was made of sun-dried bricks, plastered and whitewashed and surrounded by wide verandas shaded with glass tatties. During the fiery heat of the day the structure was kept tightly closed against the wind which was like a furnace blast. Late in the afternoon the family emerged from the interior of the veranda, where the tatties, sprinkled with water, wooed a degree of coolness from the scorching air that stole through them.

This veranda on the afternoon of May 10, 1857, therefore, held the missionary idly reclining on his long cane settee, while the wife rested in her lounging chair at the other end of the porch. Marian, his daughter, seated near, held a book in her hand which she was dreamily reading by the dim light that penetrated the tattie, the enervating heat driving away all disposition to talk. The sun of India had added depth to the loveliness of the young woman, whose dark eyes and clear brunette complexion weresoftened by the climate so often fatal to foreigners. Bending over her volume, her figure showed a grace of outline and form, not surpassed even in Persia, the home pf physical beauty.

The silence continued until Marian, in the deepening twilight, laid aside her book, and made an unimportant remark to her parents, when all were startled by the sound of footsteps: the tattie was lifted and Dr. Avery, his face glowing red with delightful expectation, stood before them. Marian bounded to her feet and was caught in his arms for a moment m a rapturous embrace, then the thrice welcome visitor turned and warmly greeted her father and mother, trying in the meanwhile to answer the questions that showered upon him.

A few minutes gave them all the information at his command, dusty, sunburned and tired, he was glad to pass into the house and plunge into a bath. That refreshing luxury over, it was fully dark. He donned the single spare suit he had brought with him and emerging once more upon the
veranda, sank into one of the lounging chairs that were always at the command of the visitors.

"Ah," he sighed, puffing at his cheroot and stretching out at his ease, "this is what I call luxury, and no mistake. On my way here I called on General Graves at the cantonment and told him that I had it from unquestioned authority (I didn't mention Luchinan's name) that before the first of next month a revolt of the Sepoys is as certain as the rising of the Sun."

"How did he receive the news?" asked the missionary.

"He thanked me with great courtesy, but plainly was not impressed by my warning. He said the same thing had been told him over and over for weeks past, and he added with a smile, that 'the dog that barks most, bites least.' "I tell you," added the surgeon, quickly sitting upright and speaking with emphasis, "one of two things is certain - this impending mutiny is either the most prodigious hoax of the nineteenth century, or it will be the most awful tragedy of moderri times: I am inclined to believe it will be the tragedy."

"So am I," said the missionary, impressively. "We are standing on the brink and naught but the arm of God can save us. Where the revolt is so widespread there is no safety this side of Calcutta, which is almost a thousand miles away."

"Delhi will be the headquarters of the Sepoys," responded Dr. Avery, "and the very hour they occupy the city, the massacre of the Europeans will begin. I learned all this from Luchman, whom you sent to meet me. He is the brightest East Indian I ever knew. I suppose there can be no doubt of his loyalty."

"None, and it grieves me inexpressibly to add that he is the only native in whom I feel absolute confidence. He is bound to us by the deepest affection and is one of the purest Christians I ever knew."

"Not forgetting the other tie that draws us together," said Dr. Avery meaningly.

"Ah, here he comes now; no one could be more welcome at this particular time."

The city of Meerut stands on a grassy plain to the north-east of Delhi, and distant some thirty-two miles. At the of the date of the mutiny its population was about forty thousand souls.

The cantonments lay two miles to the north of the town and contained accommodations for twenty thousand troops.

On the afternoon of Sunday, May 10, the native troops at Meerut mutinied and the first of the lurid massacres took place. The death of all the Europeans was determined upon and would have been accomplished but for the lack of unanimity among the mutineers, though there is good reason for believing the outbreak was unpremeditated and was the result of a that a rumor that a movement was under way to seize the arms of The Third Cavalry and the Twentieth Regiment
clamored to begin the massacre at once, but the Eleventh Native Infantry held back so persistently that the enraged Twentieth fired a volley into its ranks. This had the effect intended and the Eleventh joined the other two bodies in a rush for the parade ground with furious execrations of the "sahib log." Colonel Finnis, commanding the Eleventh, spurred his horse on a run to the parade ground, where he made an impassioned plea to the soldiers to stand by their
colors and refuse to enter into a useless revolt. In the very midst of his fervid appeal, a Sepoy of the Twentieth raised his musket and 'hot him in the back. A volley followed and he pitched from his saddle riddled with bullets.

Seeing him fall, the other officers knew it was death to stay, and galloped to the Rifles and Sixth Dragoons, the less murderous Eleventh helping to get them away from their enemies. Just before this, a party of soldiers had ridden to the lockup where a company of mutineers had been confined by their English officers for refusing to use the new cartridges. They numbered eighty-five and were in irons. These were quickly knocked off and the men set free. In addition a thousand other prisoners undergoing sentence for various offences were released and then pandemonium broke loose.

Murder, fire and outrage ruled supreme, and no pen dare write the atrocities that marked the opening of the stupendous tragedy known as the Sepoy Mutiny. The officers' bungalows, public edifices, the mess house of the troops, and in short all the structures between the native lines and Meerut were burned. Night closed in while the conflagration was raging and the yells of the frenzied wretches mingled with the roaring of the flames, which carried millions of sparks upward and filled the sky with a glare that was visible a score of miles away. Wherever there was a chance for plunder, thither rushed the mob like so many ravenous wolves.

Age and sex were not spared, and the barbarities which took place then were but forerunners of those which followed. The telegraph lines to Delhi were cut, so that no news of the outbreak reached that city until the following day when it was carried thither by natives on horseback. General Hewitt had neglected to place a guard over the disaffected Sepoys in irons, and although quite a force remained at his disposal, he failed also to attack or follow the mutineers who started for Delhi.

The very thing Luchrnan feared had occurred. Instead of waiting until May 31, the preconcerted time for the general uprising, the Sepoys at Meerut precipitated it three weeks in advance of that date. The Rubicon was crossed and the rebels could only ~push on to the end, whatever that end might be. When sated with plunder and murder, the rabble drew off and took the road to Delhi, which was now their rallying city, and to show their contempt for General Hewitt and his soldiers, they went into camp only six miles away and were not disturbed.

Although in Delhi when the massacre at Meerut occurred, the faint glare in the sky over the distant town told Luchman the fearful truth long before the horsemen arrived with the news. So certain was he that the blow had been struck that he hastened to the home of the missionary and
spoke of it as his personal knowledge. This was the tidings he brought it when, in the preceding chapter. he made his unexpected appearance at the house of the missionary, a short time after Dr. Avery's arrival.

"We must leave at once," said Luchinan, "the mutineers will be here tomorrow; some of them may arrive before daybreak. In some way which I do not understand, for the telegraph wires have been cut, the news is here, and we have not an hour to spare.

"Whither shall we go?" asked Mr. Warringford.

Rather curiously, with all his subtlety, Luchman was unable to answer this question satisfactorily to himself. His first thought was to throw himself and friends on the protection of the soldiers at Delhi, but the indecision of the Commandant caused him to distrust such refuge. The troops
would fight bravely, but with an incompetent head and scant numbers, the worst was to be feared.

The firs all-important step was to bet outside the city with least possible delay. When that was done, Luchman would probably try to reach Kurnal or some other remote point where for a time they would be comparatively safe.

"Under heaven," said the missionary, "we are in your hands, Luchman; take command and do as you think best."

The native silently did so. It was idle to try to carry off their property, for it would draw attention and cause an attack. Such trifles as could be easily hidden about their persons were hastily gathered together. One of these was a beautiful and magnificent diamond so large that Marion wore it only on rare occasions. It was given to her by Luchman some months before, and its immense size and brilliancy were such as to cause wonder and admiration anywhere, and at they suggestion of the Hindoo she placed the jewel in the bosom of her dress.

Firearms above everything else were needed, and in this respect the little party made a fair showing. Dr. Avery had his two revolvers, while Marian carried a small one, which he had presented to her on a former visit. He had not thought that she would ever be called upon to use it, and all the ammunition she carried was the five cartridges in the chambers of the weapon.

Before venturing upon the streets, the fugitives, as they may now be called, had recourse to such disguises as were at command. It so happened that at that time they only servant with the family of the missionary was Luchman.

A servant, Ali Khan, had been called away two days before by the illness of his wife, and a third was off for the evening. Living in a remote part of the city, the second servant had been given permission to stay away until ready to return, and he had not yet appeared. Since he was a Mohammedan, who1 though impressed by the teaching of Christianity, had not accepted the new faith the family were relieved by his absence. In truth, they felt grave doubts of his loyalty and would not have been surprised had he joined the fanatics that were certain soon to move daringly against the missionary and his household.

Mrs. Warringford and Marian, as a partial disguise, procured chuddars, or white shawls of muslin, which are commonly used by the native women. These are worn over the head and drawn around the face, so that only the eyes are visible when the wearer appears on the street. Enveloped by these cool coverings, there was good reason to hope our friends could pass over the roads without attracting notice.

Then Luchinan arranged turbans about the heads of Mr. Warringford and Dr. Avery with a skill peculiarly his own. The servants' quarters are never without several clean white muslin coats in order that the menials may make a seemly appearance at all times; and each man donned one of these, thus the party at night were quite sure to pass muster, unless suspicion should lead to close scrutiny while they were making their way to the Cashmere Gate.

Luchman made the unwelcome announcement that the friends must separate, otherwise they were certain to be noticed. No woman ever appears alone at night in any of the bazaars, unless directly behind her husband. It was arranged, therefore, that Marian should walk a few paces to the rear of Luchman, and Mrs. Warringford immediately behind the missionary. They would part as soon as the street was reached and since, with one exception, all were familiar with the city, they were confident of reaching the Cashmere Gate without molestation.

Dr. Avery being only slightly acquainted with the capital, was given the most direct route, which was described so clearly to him that he offered to wager his friends he would be first to arrive at the rendezvous.

The streets were unpaved and unlighted by lamps, the paunchyats or groups of natives' being gathered around the small fires kindled in many places on the ground. It was believed that these could be avoided without difficulty, though the bright moon in the unclouded sky compelled great caution on the part of the fugitives.

In a few minutes all were ready and stole out upon the nearest avenue like so many shadows. Dr. Avery pressed the hand of Marian, as he whispered a farewell and begged her to maintain a brave heart and to keep close to Luchman her protector. She made reply, but in the flurry of the moment he did not catch the words and almost immediately found himself treading his way alone through the narrow streets of the tumultuous city.

He was amazed by the throngs of people at every turn. It was yet early in the evening and they seemed to be everywhere. Everybody was talking and the chatter of tongues was like Babel. Now and then he heard an English word, and the little knowledge he had picked up of Hindostani told that only one momentous subject absorbed the thoughts of all. He felt little or no personal fear for it was easy to saunter forward, keep away from the illuminating fires and act the same as hundreds of others around him.

The doctor had traversed about half the distance to the Cashmere Gate when a great uproar broke out directly in front, and the horde instantly surged in that direction, led by the headlong curiosity which sways a mob even in a civilized city. Avery pushed forward with the others, and quickly found that the cause of the tumult was a brawl among several men. Feeling no interest in such an affray, he was about to pass on, when one of the combatants leaped into the middle of the street, closely pressed by the others. It then that the bright moonlight showed that the person who was trying to disentangle himself was an Englishman who was hard beset by fully a dozen natives. He was bareheaded, tall, muscular, and of great strength and activity. Had anything like fair play been shown, he would have fought off the whole party, but he had been attacked by a pack as merciless as so many tiger.

Dr. Avery was enraged at the sight and furiously strove to wedge his way through the throng to the help of his countryman, but he stopped the next moment, knowing he could give no aid whatever to the man and was sure to onto his fate. As the doctor halted, he thrust his hand into his pocket and gripped his revolver, hoping he might see a chance to use it without diverting the ferocious assault to himself.

Englishman was acting on the defensive. He held no weapon, but struck, dodged and parried with a skill that showed him to be a master of the art of self defense. He would have bowled over every assailant, but for the obstruction of the others. His terrific blows shot out straight from the shoulder and must have cracked every bronzed skull upon which they landed.

All the time the pale faced athlete was retreating, or rather trying to retreat, and could he have shaken himself clear of the swarm but for a second, he would have gotten away, but he was so hemmed in by the panting demons that escape was impossible.

"God help you!" exclaimed Avery, "I can't stand here and see you murdered like a dog! Out of my path, you infernal devils!"

It is hardly possible that this order shouted in his own language was understood by the miscreants, most of whom were screeching and yelling, but there were several close at hand who recognized the tongue and saw that another victim had come into their reach. The natives, generally so afraid of foreigners, had become aggressive under the belief that all the infidel Christians were about to be exterminated, root and branch, by the Sepoys.

Dr. Avery cared nothing about hiding his identity, as he struggled to reach the side of his countryman. Could he succeed, the two would put up a valiant fight, standing back to back, with their arms going like the piston rods of an engine. The surgeon was forging ahead like a ship
struggling through a sea, when rasping howls from a score of throats told him he had not only been identified but that the dusky fiends were making for him.

At this juncture the stranger in the street acted effectively. He whipped out his revolver and fired five shots in close succession, wheeling quickly on his heel as he did so, by which maneuver he sent the bullets toward as many different points of the compass. The mob was so dense that each shot winged a man and they toppled over like so many tenpins. There was a wild scramble to get out of the zone of danger, and doubtless the Englishman had fired for the very purpose of creating this diversion. It was the psychological moment for him, and he bounded forward and away as if shot from a catapult, striking fiercely at every one within reach and clearing a path through which he sped like a whirlwind down the street, his yellow hair streaming in the breeze
created by his own swiftness.

The sight of the fleeing fugitive brought back the senses of the mob which swarmed after him. Dr. Avery was quick to seize advantage of the diversion thus offered and strolled off without drawing attention from the fugitive speeding for life.

"I should like to know whether they caught him," muttered the surgeon after walking some distance. " He can outrun all those yaping devils, and if he doesn't get tangled up in this infernal town, he stands a good chance of giving them the slip - Helloa! what's up now?"

Three persons on the opposite side of the street, one of whom was a woman, arrested the eye of Dr. Avery. They were less than fifty feet distant and the moon was shining full upon them, all walking slowly while the head of the woman was bowed and she moaned as if in pain.

That looks bad," thought the surgeon, "she seems to be faint and they are probably supporting her to her home."

Prompted by a natural impulse, he moved toward the trio, timing his steps so as not to attract notice, He quickly saw that the woman was holding back while the escort was forcing her forward.

"I don't like that," he said, hurrying until he was close upon them; then forgetful of the fact that he was speaking in an unknown tongue, he called out:

"What are you doing with that lady?"

The surprised natives stopped and the prisoner raised her head and wailed:

"O, Baird save me from them."

"My God! Marian! Can it be possible," he gasped leaping forward and catching her arm.

Dr. Avery was speechless for a moment after recognizing the voice of Marian Warringford and finding her in the custody of two natives on that memorable night in Delhi; he quickly recovered his self-possession, however, and drew his revolver. The two captors in accordance with their cowardly nature were about to drop on their knees and beg for mercy, but fortunately had wit
enough to see their chance, and in an instant dashed off into the darkness, while the Englishman stood in mute amazement at the plight of the young woman. Had they delayed their departure a single minute, he would have shot them dead in their tracks.

"How came you here?" he asked, half believing it was all a hideous dream, until he felt the tremulous arm of his beloved in the grasp of his own strong hand.

"I can hardly tell you, but it must have been my fault. Luchman walked fast, never once looking back to see whether I was keeping near him. He thought I knew enough to act my part without instructions from him, but at one of the bazars the crowd was so dense that I was forced aside. Then, when I tried to get back to him9 something caused an excitement in front and I was pushed still farther away. By that time I had lost Luchman completely. You know that no woman ventures in such a place at night without her husband and I was in a sad predicament. Hoping to avoid attracting unpleasant attention to myself, I tried to keep behind a stranger. This protected me for some time, but I soon discovered that two natives were following me. I hurried, but they quickly overtook and made me a prisoner. I pleaded with them and offered all my jewelry, except the big diamond, but they said they would have it anyway. I dared not cry out, for that would have brought others and have increased my danger tenfold."

"But where was that pistol of yours?" asked her lover.

"Would you believe it, I forgot I had it until after they grasped my arms so tightly that I could not get hold of the weapon."

Never mind, it shall never happen again. We must lose no time. How far are we from the Cashmere Gate?"

"Nearly half a mile."

"Do you know the way?"

Perfectly if the moon were not so bright we could go straight to it, but the whole city is out of doors and we must pick our path. I will guide you."

She walked briskly, following directly behind the surgeon, giving directions when necessary, in low tones, while he strode forward on the alert for the danger that was likely to break upon them at any moment. Turn whither they might, they could not get away from the crowds that were everywhere. They had gone but a few hundred yards when Marian said in a guarded voice:

"They are pursuing us. Don't run for that will hasten them, but turn down the first street on the right."

Dr. Avery obeyed and it was well he did. They had entered one of the loneliest portions of Delhi, where for some minutes they saw no one. Marian had slipped forward and taken her place beside him. They were in a neighborhood with which she was unfamiliar and therefore could give no further directions to her companion. The pursuing party gained rapidly, and that peculiar monotonous chant of frenzy "Allah-ullah," which, once heard can never be forgotten, sounded closer every minute. Some sort of refuge must be found at once or it would he too late.

The surgeon had caught sight in the moonlight of a piece of broken wall of sun-dried bricks. One leap carried him to a projection near the top, and catching the hand of Marian, he drew her up beside him. The jagged piece of wall served as well as a stair and a moment later they were on the top of a flat-roofed, unoccupied building, partly in ruins. They ran across the surface to the other side, where they faced an open space which was the compound. or garden of some wealthy native, whose house was in plain sight a hundred yards away. It was not the place that Avery would have selected, but there was no time for choice. He hurried to the edge of the roof and dropped to the ground. The descent was about a dozen feet and he was considerably shaken, but he took small notice of that, and steadying himself, looked up at Marian, who was peering hesitatingly down.

"Jump," he whispered; "I'll catch you."

She gathered her skirts about her feet daintily and dropped as lightly as a bird. He caught her easily, adding:

The only thing for us to do is to hide under these trees."

There was some comfort in the knowledge that a wall ten feet high was between them and their enemies, though there was no saying how long it would remain a protection. They hastened a little way and stopped under the shadow of a group of trees in the corner of the compound.

The street along which they were hurrying when recognized by the mob, ran north and south. Turning to the right, the couple sped a short distance in an easterly direction along the wall up which they clambered. Sheltering trees stood in the southeastern corner and gave them a view of
the garden and home of the man upon whose property they were trespassers.

The house stood in the middle of the compound, which was surrounded on all sides by the usual ten-foot high wall of sun-dried bricks. The sloping roof was thatched and there was a long veranda in front. The inclosing boundary had but one entrance, from the main avenue, which ran north and south, from which the fugitives turned off before seeking refuge in the garden. They were therefore close to the street where the mob was hurrying in pursuit, though the high wall intervened protectingly between them and the fugitives.

Dr. Avery's hope was that the horde would continue along the street without suspecting where the two had concealment, but he feared the sight of the broken wall would cause suspicion. Their clamorous voices were startlingly clear, and some of their expressions were translated by the trembling young woman.

"Where did the sahib loge go?" asked one.

"They passed along this street," replied another.

"They could not," said a third, " for we were swifter than they and we should have seen them."

"Where can they be?"

"They have fled into one of the bungalows; they may be near us."

"Let us search this garden, but we may not do so without permission of the nawab."

The last remark convinced the fugitives that they were standing in the grounds of some native of note, else the mob would have felt no hesitation in invading them. Directly after this, two of the leaders came to the entrance of the garden and were met by the porter, who had noticed the turmoil outside. When the callers demanded entrance, the porter, remembering his duty to his master, positively refused to allow any of them to enter the grounds. He insisted that no one had sought shelter there and did not hesitate to declare the request of the two a pretext for plunder. The leaders angrily replied that it was impossible to keep out the crowd, therefore, it would be wise to give the permission desired before the throng became uncontrollable.

During this time the nawab was quietly smoking his hookah on the veranda. All such matters were left to his porter, but hearing everything that was said, he saw it was necessary to give personal attention to this request. Rising from his lounging chair, he strolled forward and asked an explanation of the dispute. The leaders replied bluntly and to the point. The nawab was shrewd enough to see that the easiest way out of the tangle was to compromise.

"I cannot have the crowd trampling through my grounds," said he, after taking the hookah from his mouth, "but I hate the Inglese and will gladly help kill all the Christians. Select more of your men to join you and make full search of the grounds, taking good care to injure nothing. I shall allow no one else to come in. You five will be sufficient to find the Inglese if they are here."

"We cannot fail," replied one, who, like his companion, was flattered by the graciousness of the nawab. The mob outside were also pleased, many of them believing the fugitives had gone elsewhere, passed on down the street; those who remained, separated and surrounded, as far as
possible, the inclosing wall The moment the Inglese should be driven from the premises, these wretches meant to be on hand, with all that is implied in the expression.

Dr. Avery and Marian overheard all that was said and she translated the conversation. They believed the decision sealed their fate, for it was utterly impossible for five blood thirsty fanatics to make such minute search of the grounds as they were sure to do, without finding their victims. In truth, it was hard to see how they could fail to discover them in the first few minutes of their hunt.

Our friends were standing under a large mango, whose dense shadow screened them from sight for a distance of a rod or two, but would be useless when their enemies should come within a few paces.

"I will wait right here," he said in a low voice, "and fight until I can fight no longer. The last bullet from my revolver shall be driven through your brain."

"Save the last for yourself," whispered Marian, "and give me the last but one."

"No, I shall die fighting; I wish to carry as many of them with me as I can and I hope to make every bullet count."

This may seem a startling pledge, but many a time during the Sepoy Mutiny such an agreement was carried out in spirit and letter. More than one brave officer, when he saw the panting demons swarming over the vainly defended entrenchments, shot wife and daughter, and then turned the pistol upon himself. It was in mercy to his loved ones that he did so.

The spokesman of the mob, following the decision of the nawab, singled out his assistants by name, and straightway the search began.

A few moments later, the couple standing in the shadow of the mango tree, saw the dark form separate and gradually draw near them. One tall, sinewy native, carrying a scimiter in his hand, came straight toward them, as if impelled by fate itself, walking slowly, with his serpent-like eye
darting keen glances in every direction. Nearer and nearer he approached until within three paces he stopped.

He had discovered the fugitives.

As he stood clearly revealed in the moongleam, Marian recognized him as Ah Khan, their servant, who had left the house two days before to look after his sick wife.

"Ali," whispered Marian, "it is Miss Sahib, daughter of the Missionary. Won't you save me?"

Dr. Avery was sure the appeal was useless, for the presence of the Mohammedan among the murderers showed he was in sympathy with them, but as it often proves, a woman's intuition is wiser than a man's reason. The native recognized the speaker and raised his hand.

"Choop," (be silent) he softly said, as he turned and moved in another direction.

This action brought him face to face with two other searchers who were groping under the neighboring trees, and Marian overheard the words that passed.

"Have you found them?" asked Ali Khan.

'They are not near the house; they must be in another part of the garden."

"I have looked under every tree, but they are not there, lied Ali Khan.

"It is strange; let us hunt again."

"I will help you," said Ali Khan, in an indifferent voice, "but it is useless. You, Buddao, pass close to the house once more while Ramachundra and I look to the rear."

The suggestion was followed. One of the men was sent to join his comrades in another part of the grounds, quite remote from the fugitives, while the friendly servant became one of the two directed to prowl through the very spot in the garden where our friends were hiding. Ali Khan having shown a wish to befriend the two, faced a delicate and most difficult duty, in preventing his companion from detecting the deception. He had a double motive for such a course, for if Ramachundra should find the Europeans, it would be such convincing proof of his disloyalty, that his death would be certain to follow as a penalty...

Stopping a dozen paces away, he turned his back toward the tree which sheltered the fugitives and watched Ramachundra, who was beating among the shrubbery and gradually drawing near the two. Unless he were diverted he would come upon them the next few minutes.

"We are losing time," said Ali, "I now believe what many of our people said."

"What was that?" asked Ramachundra, looking up in surprise.

"That they ran down the street to the left. They will be found while we are idling our time here."

"Likely they spoke the truth," said Ramachundra, who however, showed no inclination to give up the hunt. "But this is so inviting a refuge that the Inglese would be sure to use it if they gained the chance."

"But how could they gain the chance? They could come in only by the entrance where the porter would have seen them."

Ramachundra looked at the ruins of the low, flat-roofed building in the corner of the compound. We had not noticed the broken wall over which the fugitives passed, but he seemed to suspect they had some way of entering the premises at that point. Poking his stick among the bushes, he resumed his search, gradually approaching Dr. Avery, who stood grimly watching him9 revolver in hand. Ali Khan had edged over toward the mango, so as to stand between his comrade and the Europeans.

Suddenly Ramachundra stopped thrusting with his stick, straightened up and started toward Ali. The latter had his eye on him and at once advanced in order to check him before he could make the fatal discovery.

"Have you searched behind you?" asked Ramachundra, peering around and over the shoulder of Ali.

"I have done so twice," was the reply, -- an admission that would seal his doom if the Europeans were discovered.

"Then 'tis useless to look further.'

At that moment the two stood so close to our friends that Dr. Avery feared he would betray himself by the tumultuous throbbing of his heart. He still stood erect, with his back against the trunk of the mango, his pistol in his right hand, the muzzle pointed downward. Marian was partly behind him with her tiny weapon ready for use and the resolve to save one bullet for herself in case the nerve of Baird failed. Neither dared whisper nor move in these moments of awful suspense.

The clamorous mob outside were fast losing their patience. Most of them moved off, while others waited for the verdict of their committee of five. It was at this juncture, when it looked as if the cunning of Ah Khan must prevail, that an infernal perversity seized his companion. Though Ramachundra had just said it was useless to search further, he continued to do so. He used his stick with much vigor, until he suddenly met with a success for which he was not looking.

From under one of the bushes was heard a vicious hiss, followed by the lightning-like dart of the head of a cobra, whose fangs missed their mark by a hair's breadth. The girded native leaped back and then by a quick stroke of his stick decapitated the serpent as deftly as Ali could have done it with his scimiter. The native seemed to think it idle to hunt longer where his companion had failed, and the two sauntered toward the house, side by side.

All at once Avery saw two strange figures walking directly toward him.

"It's all up now" thought Avery, knowing they were the ringleaders of the mob. "Ali does not see them; he thinks he has turned aside all danger, but he has failed --"

"The Inglese Loge! The Inglese loge! We have seen them!

This was the fearful exclamation that suddenly rang out on the air and crushed the last spark of hope in the hearts of Avery and Marian Warringford.

The appalling cry smote their ears, while the two fugitives stood under the spreading mango, and neither was able to move or speak; life seemed to stand still; but Dr. Avery had underestimated the subtlety of Ah Khan. Ali had seen the approaching forms and shouted the words to save them. He understood the new peril as instantly as the young man and woman, and like a flash seized the single desperate chance of averting it. His cry was near the house and immediately brought the others, including the porter, around him, the two who had approached the fugitives instantly turning and running thither at full speed.

"I saw them! I saw them!" cried the excited Ali, hurrying toward the entrance and glancing back over his shoulder, as if to invite the others to do the same; "the porter left his place to help the search; while he was gone I saw the Inglese loge dash out of the entrance;; they cannot be far away; let us hasten and we shall catch them."

The impetuosity of a single person sometimes carries everything before it. A number of the mob were still lounging in the street outside, and though none of them had seen the fugitives, they joined in the pursuit of the imaginary individuals. In fact, the rush from the nawab's premises was so headlong that that worthy was exasperated. Several of the natives as they converged toward the entrance crashed through his choicest pineapples, brinjalls, nollcolls, jasmines and roses with an enthusiasm that played fearful havoc with them.

"Toom burra budmash ho! Juldi Jao!" roared the owner, running after them, purple with rage and wildly swinging his arms.

That two of the scamps were impelled by pure "cussedness" was proven by their act in colliding so violently with the nawab that he was knocked breathless to the ground. By the time the porter had helped him to his feet, the marauders were out of sight.

"Thank heaven," exclaimed Dr. Avery, "they are gone and we have escaped by the narrowest chance that ever saved a mortal from death."

At that moment the head of Marian drooped and he caught her as she was sinking to the ground. The reaction from the intolerable tension made her faint. He laid her gently down and rested her head against the 'trunk of the while he picked up the pistol that had fallen from hand and thrust it into his pocket.

The nawab, who had been so ill used, having recovered from the shock and overthrow had started through the garden to learn the extent of damages done by the ruthless visitors. He had not gone far when he checked himself with a "wah wah," expressive of his amazement at the sight of the two fugitives under one of his own mango trees.

Here was, indeed, a new and unexpected difficulty.

Dr. Avery had been so engaged in looking after Marian that he did not observe the native's approach until he heard the exclamation. He sprang toward the nawab and thrust the muzzle of his revolver in his face.

"One word, and you're a dead man.

The Mohammedan may not have caught every shade of meaning of these words, but the accompanying gestures made them clear enough for practical purposes. Like all his people he was a craven when cornered, and began abjectly begging for mercy. His actions were so

pitiful that Dr. Avery understood the prayer was that no violence should be done him.
The faintness of Marian was not serious. She quickly revived and as her escort helped her to her feet, she asked:

"Who is he?"

"He is the owner of these grounds, I suppose, and has done what the others failed to,-he has found us."

"But he has no thought of harming us; he is begging for his life."

"So I thought, but I see no reason why it should he granted!"

"O, Baird do not be so cruel! Wait till I speak to him."

Thereupon she addressed the native in Hindustani, a language in which she had become thoroughly proficient.

"We are fleeing from an angry crowd. We wish you no wrong, we seek only our safety."

"What fools!" exclaimed the nawab, "they should be hanged." "They have ruined my property and now they demand the lives of the English. I am their enemy and your friend.

"Gladly, my house and all I have is at your command.

Stay until their madness spends itself, they will be quickly punished."

Several reasons impelled the young woman to this course, from which in other circumstances she would have shrunk. She was so broken by the terrifying experiences of the last hour and so impressed by the unexpected loyalty of Ali Khan, that she believed the words of the nawab.

Hastily translating his declarations, she said to Dr. Baird:

"We have friends as well as enemies. We found one a few minutes ago and here is another."

"I cannot believe it. I would trust him just as far as I would trust the devil, but you are weak and perhaps it would be well to take advantage for a few minutes of his offer."

Marian turned to the nawab and told him they accepted his hospitality with deep gratitude. He seemed delighted and led the way to the veranda, where he insisted they should seat themselves on the settees and chairs of native manufacture. The porter approached and made a respectful salaam, though he must have been astonished to see the two Inglese before him. Like his master he would have been eager to betray them to their enemies, had he suspected their presence in the garden.

Addressing Marian, the nawab said:

"Ap ko kuchh Khana Chahaire (Do you desire any food)?

She declined, saying they wished only rest and shelter.

"Stay under my roof, Miss Sahib, so long as my poor hospitality can be endured," urged the nawab with the effusiveness characteristic of the race.

Having recovered from his excessive fear, he lighted his hookah offering none, however, to his infidel guest; he smoked a few minutes in silence and then speaking to Marian asked her to tell him how it came that she and her escort were in so great danger from the wicked mob. When she finished, their host in his soft pleasant voice said he was deeply pained to learn the sad truth. He saw that much suffering and sorrow must come, but he knew that in the end the Inglese would subdue the rebels who would be made to suffer for their evil deeds.

"Nor will the English fail to reward their friends," was the diplomatic remark of the young woman, "our government is as quick to recognize an ally as to punish a foe."

"That I have always known, therefore, come what may, I shall be true to, the English."

The nawab having delivered himself of this fine sentiment, summoned one' of the two servants who were standing at the corner of the veranda, where, until then, they had shown no more life than a couple of stone images. As the man stepped forward, his master said a few words in
so low a voice that the listening Marian could not catch a syllable. She attached no importance to the fact, however, and the servant entered the house as stealthily as a serpent.

Marian translated for Dr. Avery what had, passed between her and the nawab, to whom she again turned inviting him to continue the conversation.

"Where is the home of Miss Sahib, who honors me with her presence?" he asked after indulging in several puffs of his hookah1 which had been neglected for a short time.

She gave him the address and he nodded.

"I know a good man- I know Mr. Jennings also. Your father is a missionary. I am not of your faith, but I am none the less your friend. A true follower of the prophet is the enemy of no man."

These sentiments were so unusual and seemed so inappropriate, that the young woman was puzzled. She could not help doubting the sincerity of a Mussulman who spoke thus.

Since Dr. Avery found his ears of no account while this conversation was going on, he made the best possible use of his eyes. From where he sat, he heard the ceaseless tramping of a multitude of feet in the street beyond the wall and speculated as to what would follow if some of the people should again enter the grounds. With all his senses alert, he peeped through the tattie that had been pulled aside, and saw vaguely the form of a man stooping and moving noiselessly as if trying to reach the street without being observed.

Instantly the truth flashed upon the surgeon. Without any evidence of emotion, he spoke to his companion:

"Marian, if we do not leave at once, we are lost. That infernal scoundrel with whom you are talking has just sent one of his servants to tell the mob we are here. Make the best excuse you can, but let us go." He rose to his feet and his companion instantly comprehending the situation did the same. Thanking their host for his kindness she gave him as a reason for the abrupt departure, the anxiety of her parents over her long absence.

"Will not the sahib honor our home with his presence?" asked the nawab trying hard to hide his chagrin.

She promised to repeat the invitation to her father, and the two, bowing a respectful farewell to their host, hurried into the street and away from the dangerous spot. The all prevailing excitement was in their favor and under the guidance of Marian they soon reached the street, overrun as usual with crowds swarming through the Calcutta Gate and other openings, while only a few passed out. To the delight of the couple they had hardly come to their destination, when Luchman softly touched the arm of the surgeon and said:

"Follow me."

He conducted them in the direction of the cantonments, where General Grave's soldiers were posted, from which Avery believed he had decided to trust to their protection. They had not gone far when they came upon the missionary; and his wife, who were in agony of fear over the prolonged absence of their daughter. Their joy was that of those whose beloved was dead and is alive again.

"We shall take refuge in the Flagstaff Tower," said Luchman, "the Ghoojurs are swarming into the city."

These people are numerous in the villages around Delhi and belong to the nomadic tribes which originally occupied India. They profess agriculture, but are brigands and murderers.

On the forenoon of Monday, May 11th, 1867, the horde of mutineers fresh from the massacres of the evening before at Meerut, were discerned by the crowds that were gathered on the walls and out-works of Delhi.

The great city at that time was garrisoned wholly by native troops, consisting of the Thirty-eighth, Fifty-fourth and Seventy-fourth Regiments of infantry and a battery of artillery. The arsenal within the city contained nearly a million cartridges, ten million muskets, two complete siege trains, and a large number of field guns. The powder magazine removed a short time before, was filled with ten thousand barrels of powder.

The mutineers crossed the suspension bridge over the Hindoo torrent a dozen miles out and rushed turbulently toward Delhi, confident of a warm welcome from the Sepoys stationed there. When the rebels were observed in the distance, the three native regiments were paraded in service order, the guns loaded and Brigadier-General Graves, having shown no more conception of the situation than a child, proceeded to make the Sepoys a speech, appealing to them to remain true to their colors and to do all they could to repel the mutineers, whose exultant yells were heard while he was speaking.

This speech was received with cheers, and the Fifty-fourth especially were furious in their denunciation of the rebels and demanded the privilege of being led against them. General Graves and poor Colonel Ripley, commandant of the Regiment, were touched almost to tears by the devotion of the Fifty-fourth. The Colonel immediately placed himself at the head of the regiment and leaving Major Patterson, the second in command, to follow with two guns, started in the direction of the Cashmere Gate, where it was reported the mutineers were gathering.

The Fifty-fourth moved with the swinging, even step of veterans, and Colonel Ripley's eyes kindled when he looked upon the fine figures, who he was confident would stand like rocks against all machinations and in the face of every danger. As the Mutineers from Meerut swept into view, they were seen to be a tumultuous horde at whose head rode two hundred and fifty troopers of the Third Cavalry, the most fiendish of the Meerut wretches. On the breasts of many of them were medals won in fighting the battles of England. Their horses were on a gallop and they waved their swords on high and shouted greeting to the native regiments, drawn up with loaded muskets, awaiting the order to fire upon them.

A little way to the rear were to be seen twelve hundred infantry all in uniform, though covered with dust, the whole savage swarm breaking into the double quick in their eagerness to reach the gilded minarets of Delhi. Their muskets flashed in the bright sunlight and the crowds who were
watching their approach knew only too well what it all signified. Upon this frightful host the Fifty-fourth Regiment, under the leadership of Colonel Ripley, steadily moved until only a brief distance separated the two forces. Suddenly, without orders, the regiment halted. A score or
more of the mutineers had run in among the ranks of the Fifty-fourth and were calling upon the soldiers in the name of the faith to join them. Within less than five minutes the Fifty-fourth mutinied in a body and withdrew from their officers, who were then left standing in the middle of the road. Immediately a squad of cavalry galloped forward and attacked them. Colonel Ripley shot two dead and then was cut down. None of the other leaders were provided with weapons other than side arms, and all were killed without power of resistance. The treacherous Fifty-fourth made a pretense of protecting their officers, but fired over the heads of the cavalry, who, having finished their work, sprang from their horses and joined the rebels.

The mutineers by this time were joined by many stragglers from the two outer regiments in cantonment, and the shrieking horde made a rush for Cashmere Gate, through which they poured into the city, cutting down all the Europeans in sight.

Meanwhile another portion of the Meerut rebels had crossed the Jumna River and taken possession of the causeway on the Delhi side of the river, near the Calcutta Gate, which was closed against them. Simon Frazer, Commissioner at the Court at Delhi, learning of their arrival, hurried to the palace, but was shot down while the Sepoys on guard threw open the gate and admitted the mutineers. They were reinforced by the Ghoojurs, who were now rushing into the city from every direction, and pandemonium was on every hand.

On that horrible May day, while the Sepoys were pouring like mountain torrents into Delhi, another party ran into the river gate at the emperor's palace, where they opened communication with the adherents of the potentate. After a brief parley, he gave orders to admit the troopers. Hurrying into the audience chamber, they declared that the whole of Hindostan had risen in rebellion and cast off the English yoke; that Calcutta and other leading cities were already in the possession of the native troops, and that it only remained for his Imperial Majesty to unfurl the sacred banner of the Prophet, when the millions of India would rally beneath it, and the Mogul Empire, in all its ancient glory should be re-established, to last as long as the sun and stars.

The Emperor of Delhi at that time was four-score years old, wan and thin to emaciation, with a snow-white beard, scant hair, lack-luster eyes and a frame enfeebled by a lifetime of indolence and indulgence. One would have thought that within such a withered bosom the fires of ambition
would long since have died out, and that all he could have craved was peace, rest and a quiet, gentle passing away. But the blood tingled in his languid frame, his sluggish heart quickened its faint flutterings, and the flame kindled anew in the dim eye, as he saw the dazzling picture held aloft before him.

The Mogul Empire restored:

Back through the shadowy centuries to the Moslem Invasion nearly a thousand years before, to that year 1205, Coctub, the Afghan conqueror, made Delhi the capital; to 1525, when Baber slew the last Afghan monarch and founded the line of Mogul princes; to the consolidation of the Empire and its culmination under the Aurungzebe; then down the slow, steady, dry rot, until the English came a century before and established themselves as masters of the once mighty monarchy.

Thoughts of those stupendous epochs and the dream of bringing back the splendor, the barbaric pomp, the magnificence and glory of the Mogul Empire must have stirred the thin blood of the wan old puppet until, rapt by the bewildering vision, he consented.

A throne of silver that had been laid away since the year 1843 was brought into the "Hall of special audience, and Mohammed Suraj-co-deen Shah Cezee took his seat upon it as the Great Mogul of India. Two troops of artillery from Meerut entered the city by the Calcutta Gate and fired a royal salute of twenty-one guns in front of the palace. Instantly the multitude became frantic with exultation, for they felt that now they had a head, a rallying point for the faithful, and the days of English rule were over.

The ceremony within the palace being ended, the royal procession was formed. Amid the booming of the artillery, the blare and clangor of martial music and excited shouts of the fanatics, the gates of the palace were thrown open and Prince Mirza Mogul, one of the sons appointed to the command of the royal army, rode forth, followed by his brother, Prince Aboo Baker, at the head of the royal body guard. Thus guarded came the king in an open chariot, his great age and feebleness preventing his riding on horseback or upon an elephant.

He was slowly driven through the principal street, the throngs becoming more frenzied, until the Juma Musjoed was reached. This is the largest mosque in India and surpassed only by Mecca and St. Sophia. There took place the strange, impressive ceremony which consisted of the unfurling of the banner of the Prophet and the proclamation of the Mogul Empire. The commands of his Majesty were promulgated to the effect that the shop-keepers and inhabitants should resume their vocations, after which the Emperor returned to his palace.

Thus amid fire, pillage and blood the Mogul Empire was proclaimed.

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But far away on the other side of the world was a tight little island which proposed to take a hand in this proclamation business, and she straightway proceeded to do so with a vengeance.

The proclamation of the Mogul Empire was marked by other scenes, for scarcely was the barbaric ceremony completed, when the fanatics rushed through the streets and the plundering and massacre began.

While the missionary, Mr. Warringford and his friends had kept close watch within their house throughout the entire day, they were aware of the wild excitement in other parts of the city, but had no suspicion of the ascendancy of the Empire. Luchman knew of it, but kept the tidings to him-self through the wish to avoid causing his friends greater alarm.

In hourly expectation of an assault by the mob Luchman's anxiety was none the less poignant because he repressed all outward signs of it. Why the home of the missionary was not attacked can hardly be explained. The native as well as the good man himself attributed it to fervent prayer, but there were many others who prayed just as fervently and they were cut down like lambs at the slaughter.

It was not until the fugitives reached the Cashmere Gate on Monday evening that they learned of the proclamation of the Mogul Empire and the horrifying massacre that had been going on since mid-day.

The first European killed in Delhi was a Mr. Todd. He was shot, while standing on a bridge of boats over the Jumna, by the early mutineers that arrived from Meerut. The second victim was Captain Douglas. Commandant of the guard of the titular king. The next persons slain were the Reverend Mr. Jennings, the English Chaplain of the residency and his daughter, a young woman of nineteen. They and several others applied to the Emperor for protection and he answered by giving them to the soldiers.

Meanwhile the Ghoojurs, the hyenas of East Indian society, were pouring into the city. Nearly every house in which a European was known to live was gutted: the purpose of the soldiers was massacre--that of the rabble, plunder. The budmashes and rioters broke into the dwellings of the wealthy natives and the public stables. Scores of shopkeepers in the bazaars were killed for the crime of asking payment for their goods.

Suddenly one of the furious mobs set out for the Delhi Bank in quest of the treasure deposited there. The throats of Mr. Beresford, the manager, his wife and five children were cut. The Government treasuries were then plundered, the church burned and the rioters attacked the office of the Delhi Gazelle. When the compositors saw them coming, they hastily disguised themselves as natives and mingled with the crowd. They were recognized, however, and hewn to pieces. The presses of the paper were thrown into the river and the type melted into slugs.

A fearful fate overtook every European who stayed at Delhi: men, women and children to the number of several hundred fell victims to the unspeakable ferocity, which was comparable only to that displayed by the Apaches of the Southwest, or a Paris commune. Delhi was a fitting fore-runner of the Cawnpore and Lucknow atrocities.

Sir Theophilus Metcalf, the Political Agent, and Lieutenant Willoughby gave their attention to the magazine, which contained an enormous amount of ammunition and military stores. The gates were closed and barricaded: two six-pounders, double charged with grape, were pointed so as to command the gates in case they should be carried; while other guns, all double charged, covered the different portions of the magazine. A train was then laid connecting with the interior: arms were distributed to the native servants of the establishment, and the garrison, consisting of nine Europeans, calmly awaited the attack that was speedily to come.

Ere long the palace guard rushed up and demanded the surrender of the magazine in the name of the Emperor. No answer was given and ladders were brought from the palace for the purpose of capturing the arsenal by escalade. The mutineers swarmed upon the walls like bees and the garrison tumbled them off as fast as they could load and fire.

During the confusion, the native servants of the magazine and ordnance departments scrambled to the sheds and buildings against the outer wall and scurried down the ladders to join their screeching countrymen.

Charge after charge of grape was poured into the miscreants, and the rifles of the intrepid garrison cracked with out intermission but the Sepoys numbered thousands and no decrease of the horde was noticeable. They too kept up unremitting fusillade, dancing and darting hither and thither, so inflamed with fury that they could not remain still. Many, in impotent fiendishness, knowing they could accomplish nothing thereby, fired their guns at the solid walls. By and by two of the garrison were wounded and only seven were left to fight the raging host.

From one of the bastions the eye could trace a long stretch of road leading in the direction of Meerut. At this point Lieutenant Willoughby stationed himself, while Conductor Scully stood with lighted portfire, continually glancing at his commander, who had agreed, when all hope was gone, to give the signal, by lifting his hat, for firing the magazine.

Shading his eyes with one hand, the Lieutenant gazed long and yearningly toward Meerut. Across the flaming plain his keen vision was searching for that which it failed to see.

Suddenly he detected a cloud of dust in the distance. Could it be made by the hoofs of the cavalry galloping in mad haste to the rescue of the garrison, able to hold out only a few minutes longer? Ah, no, the dust caused by a miniature whirlwind was wafted quickly aside and there was nothing beneath.

Conductor Scully grew impatient. He knew that when the magazine was fired, it would hurl hundreds of the Sepoys and himself and comrades into eternity. The foes were swarming so fast that the opportunity was too glorious to let slip.

"Isn't it time?" he called to the Lieutenant, who looked around with a grim smile and shook his head. He knew from the hideous tumult that the Sepoys would be inside the defenses within ten minutes. Even if the cavalry should appear, the garrison could not be reached in time to save them.

Like one saluting his sweetheart on the street, Willoughby lifted his hat from his head, as if to allow a passing breeze to cool his hot brow. It was the fatal signal!

"Good!" muttered Conductor Scully, who stooped over and touched flame to the powder. The serpent of fire hissed straight into the core of the magazine and immediately it seemed as if a volcano had burst through the crust of the earth. The ground rocked and an immense volume of fire and vapor, like that belched from Vesuvius, rolled upward and settled in a pall over the city.
A din of shrieks, execrations and cries of agony followed the awful explosion. When the great magazine went up in flame and smoke, it killed more than five hundred Sepoys. Lieutenant Willoughby and others, scorched, wounded and buried in the ruins, smiled when they understood the magnificent success of their fireworks. He and two others actually succeeded in crawling from the debris at night and stole through the sally port on the river face. Willoughby was afterward killed in a village near Delhi. The others, Forest and Buckley, lived for years to tell of their marvelous escape, but Scully, who fired the train, was blown to fragments with the multitudes of Sepoys in the appalling outburst.

When the cyclone struck Delhi, General Graves did what he could for the safety of the European within the city and vicinity. It was decided that the women and persons in civil employment, should go to the Flagstaff Tower. This was a strong building, circular in shape, standing on an elevation near the cantonment and only a short distance from the Cashmere and Moree Gates. General Graves was at the station, the eminence giving him a good view of the movements of the mutineers in the city. With him were detachments of the Thirty-eighth and Seventy-fourth Regiments. It will be remembered that of the three regiments stationed at Delhi, every member of one--the Fifty-fourth-which went out to fight the mutineers, had joined the latter and was now helping to plunder the city. Hundreds of the other two regiments were also there, and the rest were eager to make common cause with them.

When the thunder and earthquake shock of the exploding magazine shocked the ground, and the horrible cloud rose above the houses, the Sepoys at the Flagstaff Tower became unrestrainable. Catching up their weapons with shouts of "Deen! Deen!" (The Faith, the Faith), they seized two guns and pointed them at the tower. Fortunately they yielded to persuasion and gave up the pieces, but by that time it was clear that there was not a spot in Delhi safe for a European.

The sagacious Luchman was quick to see that he had made a grave mistake. He had believed the Sepoys at the Flagstaff, where they were under the immediate eyes of the General, would for a time at least stand loyal, but the whirlwind of revolt was sweeping everything before it.

There was an anxious consultation among the fugitives. Luchman had little to say and no one could read his thoughts. The evening was well along, when General Graves approached the group.

"It's all up," he said with a deep sigh, shaking his head. Luchman continued to gaze intently toward Delhi: he glanced at the Officer, but did not speak. Evidently he felt little respect for one who had shown so little efficiency, and did not deign to notice his remarks.

"What do you mean, General, by it's being all up?" asked Dr. Avery, restraining his impulse to reproach the Officer for his blindness to the peril until it was too late.

"I doubt whether there is a living European in Delhi at this moment. The Sepoys around us are on the verge of revolt and even if they remain loyal, they cannot with-stand the force that will soon attack them. The jails have been opened and the prisoners turned loose. The Mussulmen are hunting down their victims everywhere, that is," he added sadly, "if any remain to be hunted down. It becomes my painful duty to say that I have no longer any power to help you. Each one must look out for himself."

These were fearful words coming from the head of the soldiery, but the listeners were already convinced of their truth.

"Sahib, let us go," said Luchman abruptly.

Mr. Warringford felt the wisdom of the council and acted upon it at once. Calling his wife to him he said:

"Follow closely behind me; we must make a start. Marion will accompany the doctor. Luchman, we are ready. Again, under Heaven, everything depends upon you; lead the way."

Where there was so wild a panic, means of conveyance such as horses and carriages were unobtainable. Many of the native servants had stolen those belonging to their masters and there were none to be had.

"Whither shall we go?" asked Dr. Avery, when they were out of the Tower and on the highway.

"To Kurnal," was the curt reply.

"Where is that?" asked the young man.

"It is a small town to the north, some sixty or seventy miles away."

"Calcutta is the nearest large city where there will be no danger and is nearly a thousand miles distant. The country between is in revolt, and it is death to go to the east or south. I chose the right course to the north which leads us from the center of the mutiny."

"Do we pass near Meerut?"

"No, Sahib, we keep to the left and have a chance of escaping if we reach Kurnal."

Dropping shots of musketry were heard all around the party and it was unsafe to approach the bridge over the Jumna river. Luchman, therefore, made a circuit which brought him to the stream a quarter of a mile to the south and well out of the path of the crowds of natives and fugitives. The river was quite low, so that little difficulty would have been met in fording the stream-the men carrying the women--but the guide was fortunate enough to come upon a small boat, by means of which all crossed dry shod.

Being now fairly outside the city and with the Jumna flowing between it and our friends, they became more hopeful. The road leading to Meerut and to Kurnal was crowded with miserable refugees, and the distant report of guns and the shouts of the Sepoys proved that plunder and massacre were going on everywhere. Many of the Sepoys and marauding Ghoojurs were active on the highway as well as in the city itself.

Luchman explained his plan: he meant to bear to the left, taking less frequented roads and paths, traveling mostly by night and hiding by day. He knew the country well-an advantage, the importance of which was beyond estimate-and he said if his instructions were followed, there was a chance of success. Feeling the value of every hour, they pushed on while the darkness lasted. In the flurry and gloom, there was little to be feared, for it will be remembered they were disguised and were not likely to be taken for foreigners. Without interruption, they reached a point some three miles from the Jumna, where Luchman made another turn to the left, effecting quite a detour, which led them into a path used by pedestrians and horsemen, but without traces of carts or carriages.

They met no one, and the guide's plan was unquestionably prudent. Cultivated land appeared at intervals and they passed through thick groves that were tempting as hiding places, for they were ever in dread of meeting enemies. Impelled by their misgivings, they pressed on until after day-light, when the fast increasing heat forced them to stop. Quite tired, they halted near a small stream, where the dense wood screened them from the view of any passers-by. No one craved food, though their strength had been taxed to the utmost. The men took turns in standing guard and sleeping, so that when the sun was low in the sky, they were in good form to resume their flight.

Luchman, as was his custom, kept a brief distance inadvance, everyone silent and alert. His action resembled; that of an American Indian on the trail and his companions watched him closely for the orders, in gesture, he was liable to give at any moment. Suddenly, they saw him step softly forward, crane his neck and lift his hand as a signal for those behind him to stand still. They obeyed on the instant, wondering what the trouble could be. The next moment, he whirled about and dashed toward them.

"The Ghoojurs! the Ghoojurs!" he exclaimed in a guarded voice; "make ready for fight!"

Almost in the same breath he added:

"Back into the grove."

No order could have been obeyed more promptly. All dashed to the rear, while Luchman coolly waited in the path to confront their enemies.

They came in sight immediately, horrible looking wretches, whom any man would shrink from meeting on a lonely road. There were six, all well mounted on small, tough ponies and armed with knives, pistols and guns. Their costume was as varied as their arms. Two wore muslin coats, while the others had only the waist cloth, their bodies being bare above this covering. Their turbans were of different colors and patterns, from the gorgeous pile of muslin, which decorated the head of the leader, to a few yards of dirty cloth that wound around the brow and crown of the poorest. Several had wooden shoes, with the soles curved and pointed upward in the front, like those seen in Holland. All had jet black hair and eyes, fierce mustaches and scanty beards; some of the steeds they rode were with-out saddles.

Luchman would have been relieved if they had gone by without halt, for he well knew their villainous nature. The surest way to rouse their suspicion would have been to show alarm; he therefore raised his hand as a signal that he wished to speak with them. They checked the brisk trot of their ponies and drew up quite close to him.

Though strangers to each other a glance at Luchman showed he was a native and the presumption followed that he was a supporter of the revolt. The fugitives crouching in the grove understood the conversation (with the exception of Dr. Avery), which may be liberally translated.

"Ram, ram, bhai," (Good-day, Brother, whence come you?), asked the leading Ghoojur.

"From Delhi."

'Why do you flee when there is so much loot awaiting you?"

"I have all I want; I leave the rest for my brothers."

"What have you done with your share?"

"Hidden it where no thief can find it," was the daring answer of Luchman, who looked straight into the face of the leading brigand.

"Is there plenty of loot left in the city?" asked the latter, his eyes flickering like those of a cobra.
"Enough to make thousands rich, but the people from the country are flocking thither so fast that it will soon be gone.

It hardly need be said that this remark of the guide's was intended to increase the eagerness of the Ghoojurs to reach the city.

"Where are the Feringhees?"

"All are killed; the Mogul Empire is restored; the Emperor has issued the proclamation giving everyone good wages and not one Feringhee will be left in Hindustan"

Luchman knew how to draw a long bow.

"Much of the loot must be gone," continued the Ghoojur leader, who, it was evident, held some suspicion of the sinewy native who stood so defiantly in the path before him; "many of the Feringhees and wealthy sahibs are fleeing from the city; they are crouching in the groves; they have money and jewels with them; 'tis better that we should find them."

This was an alarming declaration and the listeners who understood believed the brigands knew they were hiding near. Luchman himself grew suspicious, but of this he gave no sign.

"There are many," he said in his ordinary tones, "but they are harder to find than those in Delhi, and they fight better."

"There must be more treasure to take from those on the road and in the groves."

"That may be so, but plenty is left in the city awaiting those that do not loiter on the way. If you wish to search the grove, do so.

The ruffians looked in one another's faces and muttered something, then seemed to conclude that the best thing to do was to hasten to Delhi. The leader gave Luchman a parting salutation and the half-dozen horsemen resumed their journey at a low walk.

The little party hiding in the luxuriant foliage stealthily watched every movement of the miscreants and breathed freely when they started forward again. They had gone only a few paces, however, when the leader uttered an exclamation and abruptly stopped his horse. Luchman turned his head and the Ghoojur beckoned him to draw near.

"What is that," he asked, pointing to the side of the path.

Luchman, to his dismay, saw a shred from the dress of Marion Warringford, that had been torn off in her hurried flight and was fluttering from a bush, as if the bright signal was meant to tell everyone who passed whither she had gone.

The texture of the bit of cloth and the peculiar circumstances revealed the nationality of the young woman too plainly for Luchman to try to dissemble. He started at the tell-tale strip as if he were a much astonished as the Ghoojurs themselves. Then he scanned the ground.

"Yes," he said as if he had solved the problem; "a party of Feringhees has passed this way; there were a good many," and looking up into the face of the leader, "do you wish to attack them?"
"That I will decide for myself," was the answer of the ruffian, as he sprang from his pony and bent over to study the ground. He was as shrewd as Luchman, and it took him only a few minutes to learn that the fugitives were four in number and that two of them were women.

"We will follow them."

The words of the Ghoojur leader were cut short by the crack of Luchman's pistol and the wretch who had faced about and was speaking to his men, threw up his arms and sprawled to the ground, his skull bored through by the bullet fired hardly ten feet away. The guide let fly the two remaining chambers at the brigands who were beyond the fallen leader. Fortunately Avery and Mr. Warringford were quick to realize the peril and each discharged his rifle into the group.

The attack on the Ghoojurs was so sudden that they wheeled their horses and throwing themselves forward on their necks, made off on a dead run. None fell to the ground, but several must have been hit hard. They were desperate men and likely to return soon. Luchinan there-fore ran to his friends with word that not a moment was to be lost.

He led the way and at the outer edge of the grove came upon cultivated fields. No one being in sight, they moved rapidly across the open space to the welcome shade of another cluster of trees to the north. Fairly within this shelter, Luchman told his friends to seat themselves on the ground and rest, while he went back to learn what had become of the Choojurs. He soon returned with word that he had seen no signs of them. It might be that their repulse had been so severe that they would not attempt to revenge themselves, unless they were joined by others of their class.

The weather was suffocatingly hot. The air in the grove was even more smothering than the throbbing shimmer of the plains and the members of the little party suffered severely. Furthermore, they had not eaten anything for a long time and despite the mental worry and intense heat, they were in need of food. Marion remarked their plight to Luchman, who said he believed he could easily get something. He cautioned them to stay where they were, to refrain from loud talking and to keep eyes and ears open. Less than an hour elapsed when he came back from his foraging expedition. He brought a lota or brass jar of water, some native fruits and a half-dozen chupatties or flat cakes, used universally through India and the greater part of the orient, as well as in Central and South America. There was no meat, but this would have been unpalatable during the fiery weather. The water, as was to be expected, was lukewarm and not very clear, but it met their wants and all were grateful for the success of their friend.

It was an impressive sight when this humble meal was spread on the ground and the missionary asked the blessing of Heaven upon the food, while a prayer for continued protection was not forgotten. During the simple service, none was more devout than the guide. His head was bowed and his lips moved with a prayer of his own, which lasted a minute or two after the others had finished.

While they were eating, Luchman told how he came to be so fortunate in his quest for food. India being a rich country, he was not forced to any extreme measure to get what he sought, and found a native's hut at no great distance, where he obtained what was needed. The lota was a part of the man's property and his wife had just baked the cakes for the evening meal. Since the seller was well paid for what he furnished, no doubt he would be pleased to supply more. There was an abundance for all, and after the feast, each prepared to pass the time as comfortably as possible. The mother laid her head in her daughter's lap, while Marion rested her own against the trunk of a tree and both closed their eyes in slumber. They were weary and the rest was welcome and refreshing. Mr. Warringford imitated them and, like most persons of his age, it took but a few minutes for him to glide into the realm of dreams.

Dr. Avery and Luchman remained awake. The native seemed to have formed a strong liking for the Englishman, mainly because both were Members of the Mystic Order, though that fact alone did not constitute the only attraction between them. The surgeon was out of cigars and as a matter of course never so yearned for a smoke. In the circumstances he was glad to share with Luchman the enjoyment of his hookah or water pipe, generally made of cocoanut and so cheap that even the beggars were supplied with them. A few minutes were enough to satisfy Avery, and with thanks he passed the hookah to its owner, who puffed in a slow, solemn fashion peculiar to his people when at leisure. For a long time not a word was spoken and then Luchman said, in his abrupt, low voice:

"Brother, I have an enemy who seeks my life."

"We all have no end of those who are panting for our lives," replied Avery, surprised by the words of his companion.

"But none so thirst for the death of you and your friends as does this man thirst for mine.

"Who is he?"

"Wana Affghar, of Panipat, Panipat, brother, is a small town between us and Kurnal and I shall try to pass to the left of it. There are many Ghoojurs there and Wana Affghar is a chieftain among them. He knows that I have given the lady whom you will make your wife one of the finest diamonds in India and is determined to have it."

"But why does he hate you so deeply?"

"There are many of us who strove to get the jewel and when Wana Affghar was near success, I was before him."

Luchman did not enter into further detail of what was doubtless a strange story and Doctor Avery did not feel free to question him. The native continued:

"Wana Affghar asked to become a member of the lodge in which I was made a Mason. You know, brother, that one vote will keep out an applicant, and I saved the Order from being shamed by his membership. While he could have no knowledge of who blackballed him, he was sure it was I. He accused me of it and though I had no right to admit the truth, I did so to his face. Thus, he has two motives, that of revenge for the slight put upon him, and his eagerness to get the diamond that I gave to Miss Sahib. He will seek my life until one of us slays the other."
"Does he know where you are now?"

"His men in Delhi have looked for me and I kept out of their way. He suspects where I am, but," grimly added the guide, "he has not yet slain me."

Dr. Avery hoped that Luchman would tell him more, but he did not. He continued silently smoking, with no desire for sleep though the surgeon secured an hour's nap. The excessive heat awakened all near midnight, when the moon was shining brightly, and as several miles of open country had to be passed before they could reach a stretch of jungle, where they could find a secure hiding place, the guide suggested that they move on while they had the opportunity, and it was done.

The jungles in India are not among the least of its wonders. Being a tropical country, its vegetation is exuberant beyond description. There are found the most gigantic trees, enormous flowers, expansive leaves, delicious fruits, overpowering perfume, spreading creepers, nutritious vegetables and herbs of inestimable medicinal value. You have heard of the banyan trees, some of which, with their down-growing limbs each forming a new trunk, measure a fourth of a mile in circumference, one tree thus forming an entire grove. There too is the peepul, delicately beautiful, forcing itself through the mortar and cement of buildings, disintegrating them and regarded as a sacred growth by the natives; the sisso, fine-grained and handsomely veined; the sygwam or teak, the best timber for building; the cocoa-nut, the bamboo, talipot and mango. It would be useless to try to classify the fruits, the most common of which are mangoes, pineapples, plantains, pomegranates, pumplenoses, jacks, custard apples, guavas, lemons, melons, oranges, sour sops, almonds, tamarinds, plums, figs, dates, citrons, yams, nolcolls and many varieties of fruits unknown to the inhabitants of colder climes.

With Luchman leading, as usual, our friends made good progress and entered a jungle so matted that it could be penetrated only where there were well-marked paths. The shadows were dense and at times it seemed necessary literally to feel one's way, but the native was never at fault, and the moon's rays, piercing the branches in a few places, gave a little help. Thus, the progress was kept up for more than an hour, when the guide suddenly stopped with a soft "Sh!" Dr. Avery, next to him, listened but heard nothing.

"What is it?" he asked in a whisper.

"Something is following us, sahib."

"Man or beast?"

"I cannot yet tell."

For a few moments, all stood motionless and then moved forward again. Luchman was scrutinizing the path ahead, his senses at the highest tension, when something flashed in the moonlight as if a bright object had glided across the trail. The native stopped and waited for it to reappear, too prudent to venture into the ambush that threatened. He uttered his low whistle as a warning for his friends to come no closer and all five stood like so many statues.

The guide had waited barely a minute when he discerned a body sliding directly toward him. Its belly was close to the ground, its long tail swaying from side to side. while its round, greenish eyes emitted the phosphorescent gleam peculiar to the cat family. The rancous guttural growl was not needed to tell Luchman that it was the most dreadful denizen of the Asiatic jungles.
No doubt the tiger was an immense "man-eater," who, having tasted human flesh, had come to prefer it to all other food. Such beasts possess unrestrainable ferocity and daring and may well be feared by the most experienced hunters. He had detected the proximity of the fugitives and was stealing upon them. Had he remained quietly in anibush, the party must have walked into the trap. His over-eager-ness and possibly his confidence led him to "uncover."

Luchman had no wish to encounter such a cyclone of fury. He would have preferred a scrimmage with half a dozen Ghoojurs or budmashes, for he might have called strategy and personal bravery into play, but the tiger, whose strength has been found by scientific test to be one-fifth greater than the lion's and whose courage often sweeps everything before it, is avoided by the wise sportsman, unless the advantage is strongly on his side.

Luchman, the guide, when confronted by the terrible man-eating tiger in the East Indian jungle, had only his knife and pistol, which were altogether insufficient for the encounter. He began slowly retreating, hoping the beast would stop and wait for him to advance. At the moment he reached the right point, the tiger would make a leap that would land him upon the shoulders of the native and in a twinkling of an eye, tear him to shreds.

With out turning his head, for a second's inattention was likely to prove fatal, Luchman called to Mr. Warringford to retreat because a tiger was approaching. Warringford warned his friends who were some rods behind him to do the same and hurried toward them, but he quickly checked himself, when he recalled that he was the only one of the party who had a gun, which could never be more sorely needed. But before he caught a glimpse of the brute, the guide was upon him. Without turning his head, he almost pushed the missionary off his feet.

"Back, back, sahib!" he commanded in a tremor of excitement.

"But, Luchman, I cannot desert you.

The native snatched the rifle from the hand of the good man and pushed him away more violently than before.

"Back, back, sahib, or we are both lost!"

Mr. Warringford instantly hurried to his friends, leaving his guide with the loaded gun in his hands. Only a few seconds had passed. The animal stealing along the ground saw that his victim was retreating. With a growl he rose on his legs, trotted a few short steps and halted on the "dead line." Then he crouched and gathering his mighty muscles in one prodigious effort, rose from the ground and curved over toward the native.

The gloom of the jungle made the sight more terrifying. For one moment the fearful creature seemed suspended in midair and then he descended. The parabola was mathematically exact and had Luchman stood sti11, he would have been caught inextricably, but with catlike agility, he leaped backwards fully ten feet, firing the instant the tiger was at the highest point of the arch. Such a terrible beast, however, is rarely killed by a single shot and though struck he was not even disabled.

"Back! back! farther back!" shouted the guide to those behind him, as he drew his long knife and braced himself for the desperate struggle. No man has ever met a raging tiger and fought him with a singe knife and lived to tell it. Lucliman knew this, but for the sake of those whom he loved was ready to sacrifice himself. The ferocity of the brute was intensified by his failure to seize his prey at the first leap. His growl was more vicious, aggravated by his wound, and drawing his feet under him with incredible quickness, he repeated the bound, when the native was no more than three yards from him.

Luchman was not reckless enough to stand still, but he too made a bound to one side as well as backwards. He knew his foe could not be baffled again. But as the beast struck the ground, another gun cracked directly over the shoulder of Luchman, the smoke from the muzzle dimming his vision. He thought it was a pistol discharged by Dr. Avery, but it could not have been that, for the bullet killed the tiger, which essayed another leap that proved only a convulsion of his entire body. He threw himself to one side and then rolled among the undergrowth of the jungle, where he clawed the vegetation during his brief, furious death struggle.

Luchman was quick to see that the danger was past and looked around to learn who had befriended him in his sore extremity. A stranger stood at his elbow, a large, brawny man dressed like an English sportsman. He had a full beard, yellow of color like his hair, and wore a short cutaway coat, helmet hat and high cavalry boots and evidently possessed great coolness, presence of mind, and marked strength and activity. As he stood with lowered rifle, his whole appearance was prepossessing. Had he looked only one-tenth as pleasing, he would have been beautiful in the eyes of those whom he had befriended.

"By Jove!" he exclaimed; "I seem to have dropped down at the right time. I hope," he added, turning to Luchman, "that the brute didn't harm you.

"No, sahib," was the reply of the guide, who surveyed him with keen curiosity; "I give you my thanks for killing him before he killed me. May I take your hand?"

"I don't know that I have any objection," said. the stranger, as with a laugh he complied. "You don't say so, Good Brother!"

The exclamation was caused by the Englishman unexpectedly receiving the grip of a Freemason, to which he instantly responded. "I hardly expected that, but our Brothers are in all parts of the world. I bumped against one among the Chippewa Indians in America two years ago, and tumbled over another yellow-hued Brother smoking in the shadow of the Great Wall, but I beg pardon, I observe ladies are present."

Standing where the moonlight fell upon his athletic figure, the jovial sportsman doffed his hat and bowed, adding:

"My name is George Harkins, lately from London; I left Calcutta last March for a little shooting up country, and by Jove! have found a little more than I expected; I trust you are all well."

There was no resisting the magnetic nature of the Englishman who had commended himself to their favor. He shook hands all around, the other two men recognizing him as a Brother of the Mystic Tie. He made light of the service he had just rendered, saying he was fond of tiger hunting and especially pleased when able to bag a burrabagh (man-eater), of which, no doubt, judging from his size and ugly temper, this was a good specimen.

While the little group stood chatting where the moonlight fell on the uncovered head and face of Harkins, Dr. Avery suddenly said:

"There, I knew I had seen you before."

"I don't recall the occasion when I had the pleasure of meeting you, replied their new friend as he tried to get a better view of the surgeon. 4'When and where was it, Doctor?"

"A few nights ago in Delhi, when a mob on the streets drove you into a corner and you toppled them over like tenpins and added a few revolver shots by way of good measure.

"And then ran like a deer," added Harkins with another laugh; "but where were you?"
"I was trying to give you a little help, but you did not need it. I am mighty glad you got away from them."

"I feel a little that way myself, and no one could be more pleased tomeet you all than I am."

Harkins explained that he was a professional sportsman on a hunt through that section of India. He had no rela tives in the country but possessed many friends among the officers of the army, and happened to be in Delhi when the revolt broke out. In the circumstances, Harkins was urged to join the party on their journey to Kurnal, and though at first disinclined to do so, he cordially yielded when the ladies united in the request.

The night was young, and all saw the necessity of using the hours while they were at command. Since they were compelled to lie concealed at sunrise, Luchman led the way back to the regular road, where, though they were liable to meet strangers, the dangers from wild animals and poisonous serpents were less. Lights could be seen at various points, showing where some village stood or camp fires still burned. The party pushed on until a considerable distance had been covered, when Harkins suggested that it would add an interesting variety to the proceedings if Luchman would forage for something to eat. The sentiment was so unammous in this direction that the guide consented. He directed them to keep straight on and promised to rejoin them before they could go far. Then he struck across a cultivated field and passed from sight.

The party had not progressed far on their journey when Luchman appeared with another supply of food which he seemed always to procure without difficulty. Although he said nothing by way of explanation, it was clear to his friends that he was oppressed by an unusual anxiety, of which he chose to say nothing at the time. The only hint he gave was the remark that they must hasten to a ruined temple not far off, where they would be safe for a while against a party of enemies who were persistently hunting them.

India abounds with interesting ruins, temples and caves, which display an exquisite order of ancient architecture. The structure that was soon reached was a ruin that had been a fine building centuries before, but was now fallen to pieces so that only the lower portion remained. Several walls, their tops jagged and uneven, rose to the height of twenty or thirty feet, and piles of masonry lay strewn around where fanatic hands or the elements had tumbled them. Intertwined shrubbery and twisted trees projected from the debris and their roots, while helping to disinterate, also bound what was left in position.

The general effect was of a mass of dull grey color, visible a long way off through the emerald vegetation, though a casual glance might have caused a doubt as to whether the place would be practical as the means of a defense. In early years the use of a species of sugar in the mortar gave it a degree of hardness, which in time became like that of stone itself.

Our friends passed through the archway that had once spanned the entrance. They found this corridor reached backward twenty feet, where it opened into a spacious apartment. The door itself was several yards in width and eight or ten feet high, and the room measured about thirty feet square, had a high ceiling, and was dimly lighted by several small circular windows, similar to those that illuminate the cells of prisoners. There were three at the rear, but none at the sides, and they, with the tunnel-like passage which admitted the fugitives, gave enough twilight for the occupants to see one another across the apartment. The roof of this room had been the floor of a tower-like structure which is common to ancient Hindoo ruins. It appeared to be a foot thick and was composed of great blocks of hard grey stone, united by a cement spread over and around a network of massive beams, which made them as durable as the rock itself. The walls at the side were equally heavy and, being joined by the same kind of sugary cement, were powerful enough to resist for a long time the assaults of artillery. A small force could hold a large one at bay, protected as it would be by the powerful defenses. The only question was as to how long a party could stand a siege. In the case of our friends this was but a few days at the most, for they had only a moderate amount of food and water and no means of getting more.

When the members became familiar with their fort, as it may be called, Luchman said:

"I learned when I was away that a large party of Ghoojurs are after us and know we are heading for this place."

"Let them come," chuckled George Harkins; "we can stand off a hundred."

"But only for a time; they will get us in the end, when thirst and hunger have made little children of us all."

"But," said the surgeon, who was less optimistic than his sturdy friend, "do you mean to say we have reached the end of our rope?"

"No, hardly that. One last desperate chance remains."

"What is it?"

"I cannot tell you now. I shall only say that the leader of the choojurs who are determined to get us at all costs, is Wm Mghar of Panipat, My Brother knows what that means. Will sahib loan me his glasses?"

The question was addressed to Harkins, who slipped the trap of his binoculars over his head and handed them to the native. He strode outside, Harkins following him, while the others kept their places. Reaching the entrance to the ruins, the Englishman saw the erect figure of the guide with the glasses leveled as he fixedly studied the country within his field of vision. Without this artificial aid, Harkins saw a group of men, one of them mounted, that had halted about a quarter of a mile away and were evidently securitizing the ruins in which the Ingalese had fled for safety.

A moment after Harkins came up, Luchman passed the instrument to him.

"Let my Brother tell me what he sees."

"I can do that now, but the glass will help. It has served me many a good turn, my boy."

He held the binoculars leveled only a short time when he lowered them and said:

"The party are so mixed with one another that I cannot be certain, but I should say there are a dozen of them."

"There are fourteen."

"All choojurs?"

"Yes, and the one on the pony is Wana Affghar. the worst of the lot and the bitterest enemy I have in the world."

"He ought to be ashamed of himself," and conscious of the irrelevancy of the words, Harkins added:

"I should give anything in the world for the chance of drawing a bead on him."

"I hope you may have that chance," quietly replied Luchman, "though it would please me more if he and I could have it out between us."

"Ah. here he comes, confound him!" exclaimed Harkins.

The Ghoojur Chieftain rode forward, his pony on a walk.

He halted a hundred yards off and beckoned Luchman to come out and talk with him. The guide called back that it was unnecessary, since they could converse in their present positions.

"What I have to say," replied the leader, "is so important that none else must hear it, and some of your people understand our language. I pledge you no harm shall come to you.

"Your pledge is worthless. I know you too well to put any faith in it."

At this moment, Dr. Avery quietly came forward. Luchman translated the brief conversation to his two friend: and asked their opinion of the proposal.

"Go by all means," urged the surgeon; "Harkins and I will stand here and keep you covered."

"Just the idea!" added Harkins. "I observe that the Doctor has brought Mr. Warringford's gun and I have mine in hand. At the first sign of treachery on the part of Mr. Wana, we will make a colander of him such as mother keeps hanging behind the stove at home."

Luchman, who rarely asked advice on such matters, acted upon that of his friends. Were not they three "Brothers"? And would they not stand by one another to the death?

Having made his decision, Luchman showed no hesitation, but walked coolly out on the plain as if to meet a comrade.

"I wish the devil would give us an excuse for winging him," said Harkins in an undertone, while he and the surgeon kept their eyes on the two.

"So do I; but he will take mighty good care not to do so."

Looking straight at the chieftain, who sat motionless as an image on his black pony, Luchman paused a few paces away from him and asked:

"What is it you wish to say that my friends should not know?"

"It is to urge you to surrender, for it is the only thing that will save the lives of yourself and the Ferringhees with you."

"How is that?"

"You see the number I have; we can slay every one whenever I give the word."

"Why don't you give the word?"

"I will not do so unless you refuse the offer I bring you."

"If I surrender what then?"

"The condition is that you shall let me have the diamond you stole years ago.

"If I give it up, what then?"

"I will spare your lives and give you safe escort to Kurnal, whither you are traveling from Delhi." Could Luchman have known for a certainty that this pledge would be carried out, he would have accepted it offhand. The jewel was worth several thousand dollars and he had presented it to the daughter of the missionary. It might well serve as a ransom for a king or emperor, but never could be so valuable as one's own life. Luchman held to the doctrine of Kismet or fatalism, which he had been taught in his early youth, and believing that the hour of his death had been unalterably fixed by destiny, he was never concerned for himself, but the Christians had been instructed differently and he felt that some other law governed them.

But he could not hold a shred of faith in the honor of Wana Affghar. Like the perfidious Nana Sahib (as was afterward proven) he would deliberately violate the most solemn oath a Mohammedan or Hindoo can take upon himself. Let him once lay hold of the diamond and he would turn loose his friends upon the fugitives.

"How can I know you will keep your word?"

"The word of Wana Affghar has never been broken," was the stupendous fabrication of the Choojur Chieftain.

"Ram! ram! Jupna; Paraya mal apana!" (It is a very fine way to call the Lord's name and then rob others of their goods) said Luchman with a curl of his lip, repeating a common saying among his people. "I shall not accept the offer without proof that it cannot be broken."

"What is that proof?"

"You must accept my pledge. I am a Christian thinking more of my promise than of my life; you are a follower of Ram and will lie. I will agree that if you will withdraw your men and give us a long start and do not molest us nor allow anyone else to do so, I shall hand you the diamond you covet, but you must do your part before you receive the jewel."

This proposition gave a new phase to the negotiations and Wana Affghar said he would consult with his friends before accepting it. He wheeled his horse and galloped back to where they were watching the two.

Throughout this interview, Dr. Avery and George Harkins stood with loaded guns on the alert for treachery. Their scrutiny detected a ditch-like depression of the plain to which not even Luchman had given attention. It was twenty yards distant from the entrance to the temple and ran at right angles to the course the fugitives had taken. Water had flowed through it not long before, for it contained green grass while that beyond was withered.
"Their talk is over, said Harkins, at the moment Wana Affghar turned his pony to ride away and Luchman faced the temple.

"Yes, and do you see that?"

The dark line of grass was agitated just beyond the guide as he approached the temple. The stirring of the spears showed that it was caused by some person. The young men brought their weapons to their shoulders.

At the same moment, two hideous heads arose to sight, followed by the shoulders and swarthy bodies of the Ghoojurs who stole as noiselessly as phantoms out upon the level plain and sneaked after the guide.

"I'll take the one nearest Luchman," whispered Harkins, "and you will wing the other."
Although the assassins made no noise, Luchman, who was looking at his friends, caught the meaning of their actions. He whirled like a flash, and whipping out his formidable knife, confronted the miscreants. One of them clutched a dagger while the other, closer than his companion to the guide, carried a long pistol. One raised his firearm, while the other began a cautious circling to one side with the purpose of getting behind Luchman. At this instant, Dr. Avery and Harkins shot quickly. The distance was short and the rifles well aimed.

Enough said.

Wana Affghar, at the reports of the guns, checked his pony and looked around to learn the success of the treachery he had carefully planned, for his instructions were that the two Choojurs, in case the negotiations came to naught, should slay Luchinan, and they made the mistake of thinking such was the fact, misled by the action of the guide and their leader.

It looked as if the infuriated chieftain was about to charge upon the fugitives with his men, who had approached much nearer, but if so, he changed his mind. Several of the Ghoojurs, however, discharged their guns and the bullets were heard pattering among the leaves and flattening themselves against the walls of the temple.

As the two young men fired with such decisive effect, the missionary and his wife and daughter came forth. Luchman, relieved of immediate danger, sauntered back through the archway with the dignity he showed when leaving it. All congratulated him on his escape. He in turn thanked Avery and Harkins for their timely shots, which saved him from a fight in which the chances were -decidedly against him, to say the least. He believed they were safe from molestation until nightfall, and since the young men were in need of rest, they went back into the larger apartment and laid down on the flinty floor. Marion and her mother, though not requiring such repose, passed into the smaller room, leaving the missionary with Luchinan. They talked in low tones a long while, the elder finally withdrawing so that the native was left alone.

In the course of the afternoon, he discovered that three of the Choojurs were stealing along the depression in the plain. He knew their business and offered no opposition. When close to where the stark bodies of their former companions lay, they sprang up and rushed out to them. Luchman could have picked them off with the loaded rifles of his friends, but he did not consider that a Christian way of making war and allowed them to bear off their ghastly burden without hindrance.

The brigands seemed to grow weary of lolling in the sun and withdrew to the shade of some trees, where they disposed themselves in a lazy fashion. Possibly they hoped by this withdrawal to tempt the Feringhees far enough from the temple to offer a chance for cutting them off, but if so, the subterfuge failed.

Since no rain falls during the month of May in northern India, it may be wondered what grounds Luchman could have for hope of the final escape of his friends. The night was well lighted by the bright moon, so that except for the slight fall in temperature it was no more favorable for night than the day. But within the skull of the Hindoo a busy brain was at work and he was sure to conjure up some scheme, desperate though it might be.

The closing of the night brought little change. The Choojurs were still among the trees, but several came out and ventured nearer the temple, though they took care to keep beyond range of the weapons whose effectiveness they knew too well.

The guide was confident Wana Affghar would not accept the terms proposed for the ransom of the Europeans by means of the great diamond, and his speculations were based upon this conviction.

A slight noise caused him to turn his head. Avery and Harkins were at his elbow.

"Now, Brother," said the latter, we have had a nap and it is your turn to go inside and do the same while the chance is at your command.

The native shook his head.

"I want no Sleep, sahibs; I shall take none to-night."

"But you may have to keep awake for several weeks or months," persisted Harkins.
Luchman had no more sense of humor than an American Indian. He replied gravely:

"I shall try to sleep before waiting so long, sahib. If you will keep watch, I will not be gone long."

In the moonlight night, the gnarled trees at the entrance to the gateway threw their shadows across the ground in front, and the abundant foliage cast deep patches of darkness among the picturesque ruins which stood in an open plain with a stream of water well to the rear, the jungle being still farther in front. Thus it was beyond the power of anyone to leave the temple without being quickly detected by the watchful Ghoojurs.

Luchman had noticed one fact: the brigands had not been joined by any reinforcements. This showed they did not wish any: they were confident of having men enough to do the work they had planned themselves. Wana Affghar must have satisfied them that an abundance of loot awaited division among the party.

Luchman told his friends that he feared there was a rear entrance to the temple by which their enemies would steal a march on them. The only way to make sure was to examine the ruins more thoroughly than had yet been done. With this remark, he clambered up the shaded archway, where his movements could not be seen from the outside. His friends saw him make a light leap, grasp a stone above his head, his sinewy legs beating the air for a moment, and then he vanished.

When he was beyond hearing, Harkins said:

"There are a few things which cannot be done, and I suspect Luchman is trying to do one of them. If he attempts to pass down the stream or to reach the jungle or venture away from this old ruin, he will lose his life as sure as shooting. He is cunning, brave and skilful--I never knew a man more so--but like all mortals, he has his limitations. Wana Affghar would like nothing better than to have him make the attempt."

"Luchman will take no advice from us and perhaps it is as well he will not, but he is wise and I have great faith in him."

"I should like to know what scheme he now has in mind."

"It is some plan and he means to learn whether it will do for him to try it."

The two began pacing to and fro through the arched passage, alternating in such a way that one was always facing outward. This was kept up for half an hour, during which the stillness of the tomb reigned. At the end of that time the murmur of voices from within showed that the women had come into the larger room where the missionary was talking with them.

"Now, Doctor," said Harkins, "there is no need of both of us staying here. I should rather station myself at the open end of this passage where I can hear anything going on while you spend an hour or two with your friends. Miss Warringford is dying for the chance which this flurry has prevented her gaining until now. I had a chat with her some time ago and found her delightful, but all the time I saw that it was you she wanted and not me."

"No such thing; she is charmed with you and sounded your praises so extravagantly that I am growing jealous."

"No need of that! Besides, my dear boy, I have a blue-eyed lassie in far-away England who has preempted all the heart and affection of the undersigned. Darling Jennie," murmured the big, handsome fellow; "I wonder if you will ever see your good-for-nothing George again. He is not of much account but all the same, if the ship never brings him back to you, there will be another breaking heart in Albion."

Both were silent for a few moments, these being the first sentimental words that Harkins had ever uttered in the presence of his companion, who was drawn closer to him by those sweet musings which only added fuller glory to his manhood.

Rousing, Harkins took hold of Avery and faced him toward the interior.

"Off with you and stay till I call you. I shall keep true ward and watch even though my fancies wander thousands of miles to a certain vine-clad cottage in old England."

And the fellow, happy even in his sadness, looked out upon the moonlit plain and hummed "Annie Laurie," while Dr. Avery, full of affection for his splendid friend, passed back to that other dear one, who, as Harkins said, looked longingly for his coming.

Within the larger room it was quite dark. A small overturned idol afforded a bench upon which Mr. Warringford, his wife and daughter were seated. Room remained for the doctor, who, guided by the voices, placed himself near Marion, and clasped her hand while the low murmured conversation went on. Avery told what had taken place at the entrance of the temple, and that Luchman had stolen out on an expedition of his own and that Harkins was left to act the role of sentinel.

"I think as he does," said the missionary; "Luchman is trying to do the impossible. A mouse could not get out of here without being seen by the Ghoojurs. I do not think that Luchman means to leave, but seeks to gain a better knowledge of our surroundings."

"Were only he concerned, he could baffle the ruffians, but he cannot do so to the extent of delivering us. Everything looks dark, but Heaven's mercy cannot be gauged by man. We can only trust the Hand that has sustained us so long."

"God's mercies shall endure forever," added the wife with a voice that fell like a benison upon the listeners. Unto all there seemed to come a sweet assurance that the wrath of the heathen should be brought to naught. Suddenly a slight noise seemed to come from the entrance to the temple.

Faint as it was, all noticed it, though none could tell its nature. They listened but the sound was not repeated.

"I intend to find out what it means," said the surgeon, springing from his place beside his beloved and groping his way to the moonlit passage. The first object upon which his eyes rested was Harkins seated on the ground well out toward the opening. He appeared to be leaning against the side wall and looking off where the Ghoojurs had been seen during the day.

"Helba, Harkins," called Avery in a guarded voice. "What was the cause of that noise a few minutes ago?"

The man made no reply, nor did he stir.

"I say, old fellow," said the surgeon, stepping still closer and speaking in a louder voice, "what's going on?"

Still the sentinel was motionless and silent. Dr. Avery laughed softly to himself.

"Asleep, as sure as I live! That's a good one on Harkins and it will be a long time before he hears the last of it."

Grasping his shoulder the doctor shook him vigorously.

"Wake up, old boy, arouse, the house is on fire! Don't you hear?--My God!"

George Harkins was stone dead and death itself acted the role of sentinel.

Blue-eyed Jennie in far-away England, standing in the doorway of the vine-clad cottage and shading her vision with her hand, might look longingly toward the storming Atlantic, in the hope of seeing that form and face which, in leaving Albion, carried her own true heart with them; but never should she gaze upon them again. George Harkins was dead. Like countless multitudes in this sad and sorrowing world, he had gone merrily forth to return never more.

As Dr. Avery, with a laugh on his lips, shook the massive shoulder, the limp form tumbled forward. Then the surgeon's heart stood still and he shuddered to his very soul. Tenderly raising the head again, he found that the pulse had stopped beating though the body was still warm.

So brief was the time elapsed between the faint sound which was heard by the party within, and the hurrying out of Dr. Avery, that Harkins could have been dead only a few minutes. The friend, shocked beyond expression, was bending over the form when the crack of a pistol broke the stillness, followed by the tearing of the shrubbery overhead and then another body slumped through the vegetation and struck the floor of the passage-way. sprawling in front of the horrified surgeon, who recoiled with a gasp.

"Heaven save us! It is Luchman!"

"No, sahib, I am here."

The words were spoken by the guide, who dropped lightly as a cat from the same support whence had fallen the native.

"Oh, Luchman! Poor Harkins has been killed."

"I thought so, sahib," was the quiet response of the guide, who, deeply as he felt the loss, repressed all sign of emotion.

"Who killed him?"

"He," was the reply of Luchinan, as he kicked the form of his countryman with spiteful vengeance; "but he will do no more murders. Wana Affghar sent him after me and the fool knew no better than to kill the Feringhee."

"How was it done?"

"He slipped behind him when he was walking and thrust his long thin knife, whose point is like a needle, into our brother's heart. He sank down before he knew what hurt him. Then the assassin set him up with his head leading against the wall as if he were asleep. The Ghoojur hurried out to tell Wana Affghar what he had done and that the way was open to the temple where the other Feringhees were sleeping. But he either forgot, sahib, or never knew I was on the outside watching for him and the others. I must have been at the rear just then, but I met him when he was climbing up the stones. I gave him only enough time to know who it was that sent a bullet through his brain."

It was sad consolation to know that the miscreant had met his fate before he could get out of the sight of the body of his victim, who was worth a legion like him, but was now gone beyond recall.

When Dr. Avery had rallied from the shock, he made a personal examination of his friend to learn precisely what had caused his death. It proved to be as Luchman said; the native must have slipped up behind Harkins without noise while he was patrolling his beat and struck him down so quickly that he had to leap aside to avoid the falling body.

"Can we give him burial, Luchman?" asked the surgeon.

"Only what the temple will allow. Wana Affghar must know nothing of this, lest it encourage him to rush upon us.

The guide deliberately picked up the body of his fallen foe, slung it over his Shoulder and strode several yards out on the plain until the report of a gun warned him he was venturing too far, when he stopped and flung the detested burden to the ground. Disdaining to hurry, he walked back as if no danger threatened him.

Circumstances would not allow the surgeon to mourn his noble friend, as he would otherwise have done. As a mournful duty to his memory, he searched the clothing and took charge of the effects. There were data and memoranda that would give him the knowledge he needed, provided the doctor and his friends ever succeeded in escaping from the perils that walled them in on every hand. Within the Shooting jacket, close to the heart that had been so pierced, was a small picture. Avery struck a match to scan it more closely. The features were those of a young, sweet woman, with an abundance of nut-brown tresses and eyes as blue as the heaven itself.

"Poor Jennie," murmured the surgeon, with dimmed vision, "there is One who has promised to wipe away the tears from all eyes and He is the only friend that can comfort you now.

The weapons of the dead man were added for the time to those of Avery. It was decided to leave the body where lit lay until morning, when it would be no longer possible to keep the sad truth from the others. Then it could be carried into the smaller room and left to await the summons of the resurrection morn. Perhaps no more fitting sepulcher could be given a brave man.

"Now," said the surgeon, when nothing more remained to be done, "we must face the future. You have been outside, Luchman; what did you learn?"

"Nothing, sahib," was the reply; "and yet I should not say that; I learned there is only one way by which the Ghoojurs can enter the temple and that is the one we know. So long as we are able to guard that, we are safe."

"But that cannot be for long, for our food and water will not last."

"I hoped, sahib, that I should find a chance for leaving to-night, but there is none. There may be tomorrow night."

"I do not understand you."

"The moon rises later, an hour before midnight."

"That, then, is your only hope?"

"Yes, sahib."

"God pity us, for it is no hope at all. This horrible weather will last for weeks."

"I shall sleep now, sahib, if you will watch."

"I am glad to hear you say that. Go back in the room and rest as long as you can.

"No, sahib, I shall lie here," replied Luchman, as he stretched himself upon the hard couch close to the mawmate form that was fast growing cold and stiff. Five minutes later the guide was unconscious.

"I take the place of poor Harkins," thought Avery beginning to pace to and fro on his beat. "Quite likely another assassin will try the same thing on me. I shan't carry the gun, but will hold my pistol ready."

A more trying situation cannot be imagined. The surgeon would not have walked the floor in this manner, but for the morbid dread that if he sat down, he would fall asleep and imperil the safety of his friends. Again the action of Luchman placed his life, as may be said, in the keeping of the sentinel and deepened his anxiety to guard against the possibility of surprise.

To and fro he paced with the slow, measured step which can be kept up for hours without fatigue, but with Avery it lasted only a short time. The strain upon his nerves became intolerable. When he turned at the mouth at the entrance, or moved toward the interior he was sure he heard catlike steps behind him. He whirled around and leveled his revolver.

"You devil! I got you!"

But no one was there. Luchman was breathing softly where he lay on the floor and the form that was once George Harkins was straight and cold and still. Avery stood a minute and listened. The foliage was as rigid as the dark rooms, for not a breath of air stirred in the profound stillness. The night was more sultry than any the fugitives had experienced since leaving Delhi, but the ruined temple offered the nearest approach to coolness that could be found anywhere.

Surely nothing was moving near him, but peering through the arched way, the surgeon saw something stir. He stepped softly forward to see more clearly. Two shadowy Ghoojurs were bearing off the body of their comrade that had been brought low by the weapon of Luchman. The reasonable conclusion was that Wana Affghar having failed in his attempt would not soon try anything of that nature again, but the surgeon was too wise to abate a jot of vigilance through the gloomy hours that followed. It was past the turn of the night when Luchman bounded to his feet as if from the sting of a serpent.

"What's the matter?" asked the startled Avery.

"Nothing, sahib; why do you ask?"

"Is that the way you always wake up?"

"I am not sure; have you noticed anything?"

"I saw a couple of Ghoojurs carry off that body and I fancied there were others."

Luchman made no comment and urged Avery to go inside and sleep, but the latter was too distressed by the tragedy to accept the suggestion and preferred to stay on guard. He was determined that the guide should speak more frankly of the probable fate of the party. The few expressions he had let fall were not satisfactory. Finally Luchman said he had had a hope that there might be some way of leaving at the rear of the temple. It was that which led him to make his reconnaissance only to return disappointed.

"I gather that you have decided that nothing can be done, except when you have darkness to help you."

"That is true, sahib."

"The moon rises later each night, but we cannot afford to wait many days for that."

"I am willing to tarry two nights longer, sahib, and then if no way opens, we have the last resort."

"What is that?"

"I shall open negotiations with Wana Affghar and get the best terms I can, knowing he will violate every one of them, if the chance offers."

"Your hope is that his treachery will in some way give you a chance that is impossible otherwise."

"That is it," replied Luchman, pleased with the quickness of the physician.

The guide understood the skill with which Wana Affghar had outwitted him. When Luchman reappeared in Delhi after his journey from Calcutta, Wana's spies knew it and held him under surveillance without the guide suspecting it. With all his subtlety Luchman could not understand the whole conduct of his enemy. It seemed to him the Choojur Chieftain would have made a pretense of accepting the conditions under which Luchman agreed to give up the diamond, afterward violating them, but he must have feared that his baseness would be defeated and believed that by keeping up the seige a few days and nights longer, he could compel the guide to come to his terms.

In truth, Wana Affghar was determined to secure the enormously valuable diamond at whatever cost or sacrifice. This fixity of purpose amounted almost to a mania, and makes clear many occurrences which would be otherwise beyond explanation.

That night brought a singular experience to another member of the little party of refugees.

After the departure of Dr. Avery to learn the cause of the slight disturbance in the entrance way, the missionary and his family continued their conversation in low tones until the dull report of Luchman's pistol was heard. The group was naturally startled and Mr. Warringford started out to learn the cause.

"Wait until Dr. Avery comes back," said the wife, "for it is lonely here in the gloom."

"I imagine it is nothing serious," said her husband when some minutes had passed, "otherwise there would be further disturbance."

"The pistol was probably fired to let the Ghoojurs know our friends are alert," suggested Marian.

This theory was accepted, the three believing that if there were anything of importance they would learn of it. The talk continued until the hour grew so late that all retired for the night. Mother and daughter withdrew to the smaller apartment, where, with the aid of their shawls and outer garments, they made a fairly comfortable couch on the flinty floor. The missionary, while awaiting the coming of one or more of his friends, fell asleep and did not awake until morning. His wife too slept soundly, but not his daughter.

She rested quietly until near the turn of the night, when she found herself wide awake, without understanding the cause. The extreme sultriness of the evening oppressed he and she thought her insomnia was probably due to that. It will be remembered, too, that she slept more than usual during the past twenty-four hours and was in no special need of rest.

So she had nothing to do but to lie still and meditate. The gentle breathing of her parent beside her showed she was unconscious and Marian took care not to disturb her. The brain in the young woman seemed unusually alert and the longer she lay, the more wakeful she became. She was half inclined to rise and pass to the entrance way, where she believed Luchman, Avery and Harkins were keeping guard, but a feeling of gentle delicacy restrained her and she decided to stay where she was.

She had lain awake, as she thought, for an hour, still oppressed by the heat, when she became aware that the apartment was slightly cooler, as if a gentle current of air was stirring within. She did not understand it, since the only ventilation came from the smaller circular openings around the upper part of the room and the door was closed. None the less, the atmosphere was unmistakably cooler. She distinctly felt a touch of the draught against her hot cheek.

Thinking the door was open, she rose and groped her way to it. It was shut just as she had closed it herself before she and her mother laid down. Still wondering, Marian listened in the belief that a short breeze had arisen, but the foliage was motionless. Then she tried to sleep, but in vain.

"The door must be open," she said after a time, "but if it is, those outside are watchful and there is no cause for fear."

She could not be mistaken when the faint sound of a footstep fell on her ear. Someone was moving stealthily around the room.

"What is the matter, father," asked the daughter, speaking low in order not to disturb her mother. There was no answer and she repeated the question. Again no reply followed and the catlike step ceased. Whoever the intruder might be, he was standing still and listening. Marian was curious but felt no misgiving, for it was beyond belief that an enemy could have effected an entrance into the inner temple.

A moment later she heard the heavy door close, after which the same tomb-like stillness settled over all. She lay a long time listening and wondering, but detected nothing more and finally floated into the land of dreams.

When she opened her eyes in the morning, the night's experience was vividly with her and still a puzzle which she could not explain. She questioned her father and learned that he had not risen from his couch after bidding them good-night. He was not a somnambulist, so it was impossible that the stealthy footsteps were his.

It was equally out of the question that Dr. Avery or Harkins was the intruder. Marian was forced to the reluctant conclusion that it was Luchman, whose business it was impossible to imagine, though she could not doubt that it was perfectly proper.

Marian Warringford made a serious mistake in not relating the strange occurrence of the night before.

Had she spoken of it, the history of the succeeding few days would have been wholly changed. But the others remained in ignorance and the young woman herself never dreamed of the true explanation.

The morning brought the awful shock of the death of George Harkins. Father, mother and daughter mourned him deeply, for he had endeared himself to all by the nobility of his nature.
"We shall bury him," said Avery when all were present except Luchman, who remained at his post.

"How can that be done?" asked the missionary.

"We shall carry him in there," replied Avery, pointing to the smaller apartment occupied by Marion and her mother the night before. "What more fitting tomb can he have? It was here he fell while defending us and here should be his sepulchre. In a temple consecrated to idolatry we place the body of a Christian, which shall give a sanctity to this infernal pile of stones that they never could have gained otherwise."

This was accordingly done. The stiffened form was borne within the smaller chamber by the missionary and surgeon, while the women in the solemn twilight of the temple looked on with streaming eyes and swelling hearts. The remains were laid tenderly upon the stone floor and, kneeling at the head, the clergyman offered a touching prayer, while the faces of the others were bent and their hearts throbbed in unison with the petition of the good man. Then they came forth and closed the door, which they hoped might remain sealed until opened at the angel's trumpet on the resurrection morn.

The duty to the dead, so far as it was possible to do it, had been done and the living had to meet the solemn problems before them. Luchman, when questioned, told his friends to eat all they wished and they took the final morsel of food, since the coming night was the last they would spend in the ruins. He gave no explanation of his words, but was so emphatic that he was obeyed. None was especially hungry, though all partook and the portion sent out to the guide was all that was left. Food was needed far less than water. Each drank only a little, but it drained the Iota, and their thirst seemed aggravated rather than quenched thereby.

Another hot, seemingly endless day dawned upon them. The flaming sun once more climbed the brassy sky, its rays glowing with a fervor that made nature gasp and pant. Peering out from their refuge, the Ghoojurs were seen beyond rifle shot, but as vigilant as ever. Luchman emerged from the temple and climbed the most elevated portion, where, with the binoculars that had belonged to Harkins, he studied every part of the landscape in his field of vision.

On the one hand was the grove and beyond that the jungle. In the shade of the trees, Wana Affghar and most of the ruffians were waiting, while in the opposite direction and distant only two hundred yards was the gleam of a broad but muddy stream. Trees were growing on its banks and the current was visible only at intervals through the openings in the foliage.

The gaze of the brown native remained fixed for a long time on this water. Unknown to Avery he had striven during the previous night to push his reconnaissance to the shore, but found, as he feared, the Ghoojurs were there. They could not fail to note how tempting it must be to the refugees and took extra care to guard it well. No doubt they were still doing so, crouching among the tall grass along the bank and at the base of the overhanging trees, their black eyes turned expectantly toward the ruined temple, eager for the Feringhees to venture within their reach.

Upon the dark face of the guide settled an expression that told of desperation, as he slowly made his way down from the porch and joined his friends below. Under Heaven, their hopes centered upon him. He alone had brought them through many perils to this point, and he alone, if such an achievement could be attained by human effort, was to lead them to safety.

All the company gathered in the archway, for after a night spent in the close apartments they longed for fresh air, a relief secured only by running some risk from the stealthy shots of their enemies, who were ready to expose their own lives in the attempt to destroy the Feringhees.

The fugitives hoped, since the rainy season was not far off, that a disturbance of the elements might bring a cloudy night, or that the moon would be hidden sufficiently to give a faint chance of success in their last venture. A slight vapor in the west roused expectations, but it was like that which now and then hovers over the burning sands of Sahara. As the heat of the day intensifies, it becomes thinner and finally dissolves and vanishes.

At midday the women decided to withdraw to the interior of the temple, leaving the three men to act as sentinels, Mother and daughter paused near the door leading out of the arched passage, watching and listening with anxious hearts. A rustling caused the younger to turn her head in time to see the muzzle of a gun pushed through one of the circular openings which partially admitted light into the place. She and her parent were in direct range. Catching the arm of her mother, Marian drew her hastily toward the weapon. The two were thus placed so that the musket could not be depressed enough to reach them.

The barrel was cautiously shoved forward until nearly its whole length slid into view. Had the women stayed by the door, they would have seen the hideous face of a Ghoojur as he wrinkled his brow in an effort to pierce the twilight below. He was still glaring like a beast of prey when the sharp crack of a pistol broke the stillness, and with a rasping shriek the savage went over backward, his skull bored by a bullet from the weapon of Luchman the guide.

The latter had heard the faint sound as the women were retreating from the front and, suspecting something wrong, darted back in time to perforate the Asiatic who had pushed his gun so far into the room that it dropped from his nerve-less grasp and rang upon the pavement below.

"God has sent us another weapon," coolly remarked Luchinan, who stepped forward, picked up the piece and passed outside without another word.

When a half hour had brought no news from the front the women timidly ventured forth again.

"All danger is over for the present," said Dr. Warringford reassuringly.

The guide straightened up and, compressing his thin lips, added:

"The end is at hand, sahibs; it is death for us to stay here longer; your lives are worth more than the diamond we carry with us."

"What do you propose to do?" asked Avery.

"I shall go out and meet Wana Affghar again and offer him the jewel, if he will let us go."

"But you did that before."

"Our situation was not then as hopeless as now. I know no reliance can be placed on any promise Wana may make, but I have a plan in mind which I cannot now tell you."

"When will you make the move?" asked the missionary. "Now, sahib; gather around me where we are not too near the entrance and I shall tell as much as it is prudent to make known."

Without repeating the words of Luchman and the many questions and answers that passed, let us sum up his scheme.

In the gloom of the place, Marian quietly took from the bosom of her dress the precious diamond wrapped in brown tissue paper and handed it to the Hindoo, who without remark carefully deposited it within the folds of his turban, which he rewound around his head. He meant to walk directly out on the plain and seek a meeting with Wana Affghar, who despite the previous failure was sure to grant it Luchman would repeat his offer to give up the wonderful gem, on condition that the whole force of Ghoojurs should withdraw and allow the fugitives to have a long start on the way to Kurnal. Luchman was confident that the Chieftain would accept the offer, relying upon the opportunity to violate it after the jewel had passed into his hands.

"You carry a watch, sahib," he said, addressing the surgeon; "when it shows the hour of eight this evening, all of you must walk out of this passageway, turn toward the north and go to the river. You will keep walking through the night and give no thought to me. I shall join you before daylight, if I can, but do not tarry for a single minute. If I fail to appear, press your strength to the utmost. You will not be very far from Kurnal and by sunrise ought to be safe."

Both the surgeon and the missionary believed the faithful guide expected to sacrifice his life to save them with one chance in a million that he might not have to do so. They were impelled to protest but knew it was useless. He was their master and would insist upon being obeyed to the letter. After going over the instructions again, he strode out on the parched plain, without so much as saying good-bye, and deliberately walked in the direction of the grove where the Ghoojurs must observe his approach from the first.

As he had anticipated, he was no more than fairly in sight when a horseman advanced to meet him. Each raised his right hand over his head as a signal of comity, so that the proceedings were virtually under a flag of truce. The Ghoojur was the chieftain himself, who reined up his black pony beyond range of the guns of the Ferringhees and awaited the advance of the footman. Each carried a knife and pistol, but no larger weapon. Their conversation may be liberally translated:

"What do you want with me?" asked Wana.

"Do you wish the great diamond that is mine?"

"I wish and I shall soon have it."

"You will get it when I choose to give it to you, and not until then. As I told you before, it is hidden where you and your robbers may bunt to the end of your lives and never find it."

"You and the Feringhees are in my power; you cannot save yourselves."

"If that is so, why do you delay to come and take us? We have slain some of your men who have ventured within range. Only a little while ago I shot a Ghoojur who was fool enough to think I would not."

"If I give you the chance of surrendering the diamond or undergoing torture, which will you choose?"

Luchman laughed scornfully.

"Have I been a Hindoo for two-score years to feel pain or suffering? Has my Christianity so weakened that I am become a child? Talk not such words to me. But," added Luchman, as if impressed with the idleness of his chafing, "if you will keep faith with me, the great diamond will be yours.

"What is your offer?" asked the chieftain, with a flash of his serpent-like eyes.

"If you will permit the Feringhees in the temple to proceed on their journey and not try to harm them afterward, I will give you the diamond, which I brought over the Himalayas and which is a younger sister of the Koh-i-noor of the Queen of England."

Here was a clear proposition. Having made it, Luchman looked straight into the face of the Ghoojur Chieftain and curtly asked:

"Will you do it?"

The answer was prompt:

"I will: hand me the diamond and you and the Feringhees may go from one end of India to the other without hindrance from me or mine.

But not thus was Luchman entrapped.

"Lsten: if I should take you to the hiding place of the great diamond and, digging it up, hand it to you, then your Ghoojurs would turn upon the Feringhees and slay them."

"What do you wish to do?"

"I will deliver it to you after you have kept your pledge." This was the former staggering proposal, which the chieftain had rejected, and his objection was now natural.

"If I permit you to go free, what certainty have I that you will keep your pledge?"

"My promise: that is all I give."

"I may not be willing to accept it."

"Do as you choose," was the defiant response. "You may slay us all, but that will not give you the diamond; you may kill every one of the Feringhees, but that will not help you to find the jewel for which you have yearned so long, nor will you and the Ghoojurs get much plunder from our bodies. Even if you keep your promise, there remain many miles to travel to take the Feringhees beyond danger. If the diamond is given you, it will probably save them only a few hours, for there are others who will hunt them like tigers in the jungle. But I am willing to do as I promise. If you will withdraw so far away, that the Feringhees may have a good start, I shall place in your palm that which will make you and yours nabobs for the rest of your lives."

"Tell me, Luchman, more plainly what you demand."

"You must take all your men two miles to the southward. I shall go with them. They must stay where they go until midnight. When that is done, you shall have the diamond."

The conditions were clear. If Wana Affghar and his Ghoojurs should withdraw to a distance of two miles and remain till midnight, the fugitives in the temple would be given all the start they could ask or need. By following the directions of Luchman, they could place themselves beyond danger from this particular band. The guide would remain with the brigands as he had proposed, in order to make sure every condition was met.

True, the plan would leave him in a terrible position, but he cared naught for that. The bluff which he was trying to carry through approached the sublime. He added, as if the matter had no special interest to him:

"Do as you choose, Wana Affghar, for it makes little difference to me. We have water and food in the temple and are likely to receive help before long from the Feringhees cavalry who are riding up and down the country. It is hard to give up the diamond for which I fought so long and risked my life, but the women are impatient and I come to show you the only way your eyes will ever rest upon the jewel that is worth a king's crown."

Luchman certainly knew how to put things. He made as if to leave them when the Ghoojur Chieftain checked him:

"It shall be as you say. You may go with me and I will tell my plan to my people. Have no misgiving, for they dare do nothing that does not please me.

The sun was low in the west when this contract was made. The friends of Luchman saw him walk slowly toward the Ghoojurs under the trees, keeping pace with the pony of Wana Affghar until the guide could no longer be identified among the group. The natives scrutinized the new arrival with no little interest and the situation would have been trying to anyone else, but Luchman was as cool as if chatting with his friends in the temple. He counted the miscreants in sight and noted there were fourteen. It was fair to conclude, therefore, that if the same number including the Chieftain were two miles south of that point by midnight, Wana Affghar had fulfilled his part of the agreement and fairly won the great diamond.

Luchman never used his eyes to better purpose than while he listened attentively to the chieftain as he explained the agreement, but he never heard nor saw anything to raise misgiving. He believed that Wana meant to carry out his part of the agreement, not because of his pledge, but because it gave him the only chance of obtaining the coveted treasure.

Since there was plenty of time at command, the Ghoojurs stayed where they were until the brief twilight settled down. Then, when the chieftain announced that the start would be made, two of the natives walked a short distance to the margin of the jungle on the left. The ever vigilant Luchman asked the meaning of the action. Wana answered that they were going but a short way to gather some cooking utensils that had been brought with them. They would return in a few minutes and Wana suggested that his guest should bear them company that he might make sure no deception was intended. The guide took a step to do so, but stopped, ashamed of betraying so much timidity. The two Choojurs speedily reappeared bearing their cooking kit with them.

Ah. Luchman was wonderfully cunning, but he was outwitted by Wana Affghar. The guide saw the two men come back, but he noted not in the gathering gloom that one of the couple was not he who had departed.

One of the Ghoojurs who left the main party in quest of the cooking kit came back, but a new man took the place of the other. He who did not return was the chieftain's most trusted lieutenant. He knew the whole treacherous scheme of Wana Affghar, and went away to carry out a certain agreement that he had made with his leader in the face of the unceasing watchfulness of Luchman, the guide.

Wana was obsequious to his brother, as he called his guest, to the extent of offering him his pony to ride, but Luchman's sense of propriety would not allow him to accept the favor. They talked freely, the brigand expressing his belief that British rule in India was ended forever and that the Mogul Empire, which had been proclaimed a few days before in Delhi, would endure as long as the sun and stars. He tried to persuade the guide to his view of the question, though in the mutiny of 1857 the Ghoojurs were bushwhackers, caring little which cause triumphed, so that it gave them opportunity to gather loot.

And here may be stated an impressive fact: the whole record of that stupendous Asiatic uprising contains not a single instance of a Christian convert abjuring the new faith and returning to the fanaticism in which he had been born and trained.

Wana Affghar seemed to go beyond his pledge. He had promised to take his men two miles from the temple, but he continued to march for nearly double that distance. He was too cunning to call Luchman's attention to the fact, and you may be sure our dusky friend said nothing. The party finally halted near a grove of mango trees of large size where the shadows were broad and dense enough to hide the company from others who might pass by. They were near the stream whose sinuous course led it past the temple, where it was probable that the fugitives were waiting and wondering whether their deliverance was to be made.

The halting place was a good one for resting. The brigands were removed from all huts, houses and highways and were not likely to attract notice from any wanderers in the neighborhood. The Ghoojurs lolled upon the ground, smoking their hookahs, and as the night advanced several of them started the fire. Wana Affghar sat somewhat apart with Luchman near him; though the chieftain could not wholly repress his restlessness, the guide remained as unmoved as if stretched on his charpoy a thousand miles from all danger.

There was no chronometer in that company of robbers, but all were able to measure with reasonable accuracy the passage of time. Just before midnight, Luchman carefully counted them. There were precisely fourteen including the chieftain, the exact force that had withdrawn from the vicinity of the temple. Despite this fact, a misgiving gradually took shape in the mind of Luchman that Wana Affghar after all meant to play him false. This dread was founded rather upon his recollection of the clever manner in which the chieftain had dogged him during the past year, than upon any possible scheme which presented itself to the suspicious native.

"The turn of the night has come!"

Wana Affghar was the embodiment of suppressed emotion as he uttered these words in a sepulchral voice. The two were seated by themselves some distance from the blaze whose heat was unwelcome, the others being several rods beyond the fire on the other side.

"Yes," quietly replied Luchman, as he removed his turban and began calmly to pass his thin fingers through its folds.

Could it be possible that the daring native had walked into the Ghoojur camp with that priceless gem about his person? Wana Affghar stared dumbfounded and almost speechless, and yet while he was staring, Luchman drew a bit of brown paper from his headgear, unrolled it and pulled out the diamond from within.

"There!" he said, as he handed the jewel to the chieftain. "The bargain is finished."

As the gem fell into the trembling outstretched palm, the Ghoojur Chieftain fixed his eyes upon it like a bird charmed by a serpent. He sat motionless and rigid as iron, life itself held in suspense.

At last the great diamond was his!

There it lay in his hand, luminous, flaming, variegated in its prismatic reflection of the firelight-peerless, wonderful, marvelous. This was a prize for which princes, queens, kings and emperors had fought and which had caused the death of multitudes in the centuries that were gone.

Here it was--at last!

Could it be real, or was it another of those tantalizing visions that had haunted his slumbers for years, until the longing to possess the diamond became the ruling passion of his life?

Tremulously he closed his fingers, fearful that they would shut upon vacancy, as they had done so many times in the past. But no, there nestled the round, cold gem, bigger than a robin's egg, substantial--not shadowy, but real.

Presently the spell began to lift, and Wana Affghar became himself again, crafty, cool, perfidious as Satan himself, with his gaze still riveted on the diamond. As he slowly opened and closed his hand, he muttered: "It is the will of Allah that the prize shall be mine and I accept it, bismillah (by the will of Cod); but the infidel deserves only death. The Feringhees that profaned the temple are prisoners, for despite the cunning of Luchman, Ramsurun Duss remained with a number of the faithful and prevented their flight. Their eyes shall not see the rising of tomorrow's sun, nor shall you, infidel dog, go hence. He who allows Luchman to escape shall lose his head!"

As Wana Affghar uttered the last exclamations in a fierce voice, he flung off the spell which held him enthralled, raised his eyes from the sinewy hand that closed about the diamond, and circled it viciously over his head as a signal for his assassins to fall upon Luchman and hew him to pieces.

But dekhna! Luchman was not there!

Suspecting treachery, the guide took no chance that could be avoided. Observing the fixedness of the chieftain's gaze and the spell which held his senses captive, he felt that it was the right moment for him to leave. The majority of the Ghoojurs were some distance away and not likely to interfere, because of the consideration the visitor had received from the chieftain.

As noiselessly as the Shawanoe warrior, Luchman rose to his feet and without drawing attention to himself, glided backward among the trees until beyond sight of all his enemies. So it came about that when Wana Affghar spoke the words, his countryman was too far off to hear them. The latter had started toward the river, hoping soon to find his friends, but had not gone far when he paused.

"Wana Affghar offered me his horse to ride; I shall borrow him for the elder lady."

It was a clever idea, but its success was not worth the risk. None the less, Luchman determined to have the tough little pony. It will be recalled that there was only one horse with the Ghoojurs, and he belonged to the chieftain. The guide noticed while in camp that it was tethered a short distance off, where there was a meager growth of grass. If the horse was still there, he could be captured without difficulty. Guided by the flickering light of the camp fire, the Hindoo approached the spot by a circuitous route. The ground was favorable and he stealthily crawled through the high jungle grass which shut him from sight as long as he remained close to the ground. He feared, however, that when the pony saw him, he would whinny and warn the Ghoojurs that a stranger was in camp.

Luchman was within twenty feet of the horse, when the very thing he dreaded took place and the creature neighed, and the intruder, who was in the act of rising to his feet, sank down again until he could learn whether the noise had been noticed by the brigands. It seemed not to have disturbed them, and while he was peering into the gloom, he learned that one of the Ghoojurs was with the pony. Luchman did not understand the reason for this, but the other patted the haunches of the animal and spoke soothingly. A closer view showed the guide that the native was a syce, whose business it was to look after his master's horse.

Finding everything right, the syce started for the camp. His course led him so close to Luchman that a discovery seemed inevitable. He crouched low and drew his pistol. but the Ghoojur was not searching for interlopers and he joined his comrades lighted his hookah, little dreaming by what a narrow chance he took his life with him.

The coast was now clear and the crouching native in the jungle, grass rose and, without pause or hesitation, glided to the steed, which probably took him for the syce who had just left, for he merely raised his head and then resumed grazing. The rope around his neck was fastened to a stake far enough away to give him the pasturage he needed. Without stopping to untie the thong, Luchman cut it with his knife and the pony was at his disposal. The next minute he had mounted and turned away the head of his captive.

Luchman had reached a point where it may be said he would have been justified in dismissing all thought of the Ghoojur, but he abruptly checked the animal.

"I have stolen him," he muttered in dismay, "and though Wana Affghar is my enemy, I have no right to do this thing."

The honest fellow was holding audience with his conscience.

It did not last long. He wheeled about, rode back, refastened the horse to the stake and started off again in a much happier frame of mind, since he carried the approval of the inward monitor with him. During the little by-play the Ghoojurs had made hot search for him whose death Wana Affghar had ordered, but he was beyond their reach, even though still in the vicinity of the camp.

Looking up to the moonlit sky, Luchman gave thanks to his Heavenly Father for his protection and favor.

"They are far on the road to Kurnal," was his thought of his loved friends; "they have had more than four hours start. Probably they have walked fast enough, though the night is warm, and must be a dozen miles on the way; I must hasten, for the distance is long, but I shall overtake them by sunrise."

Considerable less than an hour was used in traversing the four miles which brought him back to the ruined temple where he had parted with his friends hours before.

"Can any ill have befallen them?" he whispered with a vague but awful pang as he drew near the ancient pile. He had left the Ghoojur camp with no thought of stopping at the ruins, but now as they loomed up in the moonlight, he decided to search them. The shadowy misgiving still tortured him though he said to himself again and again that there was no cause for it. He strode across the plain until in front of the shaded entrance, through which those he loved had passed, and paused for a brief space. The silence of the grave rested upon everything and in the oppressive air not even a leaf trembled.

"They have gone, he murmured, walking through the archway. "That which fighting could not have done has been done by the great diamond. They have been led out of the valley of death and Heaven will deliver them from all further danger."

His soft footstep, which he did not try to muffle, gave out a faint echo as he passed into the interior. A few seconds brought him to the larger apartment where the besieged had passed most of their time. All was darkness and he guided himself by the sense of feeling. By and by he called the name of the missionary and Dr. Avery, but there was no answer. He did not expect there would be. However, as he carried a small box of lucifer matches, brought all the way from Calcutta, he ignited one and held it above his head.

The apartment was empty, the prostrate idol lying where it had been tumbled by the visitors. There was hardly a sign that the place had been trodden by human feet for a hundred years. By the aid of the flickering light, Luchman looked at the door of the tomb of George Harkins.
Should he enter there?

Not often did the iron hearted guide waver, but he now hesitated. Finally, however, he pushed the door open and lighted another match which he also held aloft, peering into the breathless gloom while waiting for the tiny flame to reveal the interior.

Then with a horrified gasp, he recoiled.

"Wana Affghar has betrayed them all!"

From the moment when Wana Affghar of Panipat pledged himself to allow the fugitives to go free in consideration of their ransom by the great diamond, his brain was active in devising the means of violating his vow.

Two powerful causes spurred him to his hideous perfidy. The first was his inherent wickedness, coupled with hatred of the Feringhees, and the second, the necessity of doing something to placate the miscreants who had helped in pressing the siege. Despite his declaration that none of the Ghoojurs dare question his authority, his discipline was so lax that there would have been open rebellion, had he tried to draw them from the promised feast with their hunger unsatisfied.

It would seem perhaps that the circumstances forbade any effective treachery on the part of the Ghoojur chieftain. Luchman had entered his camp, thus placing himself wholly in the power of his enemy. Wana succeeded, as he quickly saw, in lulling the suspicion of the visitor who stayed with him until midnight, --the hour appointed for the performance of the Christian's part of the compact. When that critical moment arrived, the Chieftain felt certain that his guest, not doubting the fugitives were miles on the road to Kurnal, would take the steps necessary to place the jewel in his hands. While he never dreamed that Luchman carried the priceless gem on his person, he knew it was within easy reach, and would be speedily turned over to the Ghoojur leader, and events turned out better even than the wretch anticipated.

In the face of Lucliman's vigilance, the chief imparted his whole scheme to Ramsurun Duss, his intimate aide, who eagerly gave his help, for treachery was the breath of his nostrils and no more congenial task could have been entrusted to him.

The guide was mistaken in thinking Wana Affghar had received no reinforcements. He had at least a score of ragged ruffians under his control and a half dozen of them were lurking in the edge of the jungle, where their presence was unsuspected by Luchman. By means of the stratagem already noted, Ramsurun Duss changed places with one of them and stayed behind, while Wana Affghar and the others, accompanied by Luchman, went several miles down the river.

Wana told his lieutenant that as soon as it was fully dark, the Europeans would leave the temple, though the precise direction they contemplated taking could not be guessed, nor was it necessary that it should be known. The second party of Ghoojurs did not dare attack those in the temple and were not required to do so. It was their work to steal up to the ruins and, taking positions which commanded the entrance, send in a volley that would not leave a Feringhee alive. Then they would dash forward and rob the bodies, dividing the loot with the main band waiting with the chieftain down the river, who would come to the temple after Luchman had fallen a victim to the merciless perfidy of the Ghoojurs. The latter could not know the precise time fixed for the departure of the fugitives, but they themselves were prompt. It was hardly dark when they stole to their places like so many bees, crawling over the ruins, taking the precaution to make a long detour and approach from the rear. This part of the program was earned out without a hitch, but so extreme was their caution that it was close upon eight o'clock when the crouching forms stationed themselves under the shade of the overhanging trees and rank vegetation which grew out of the mass of stones. Everyone was placed so that he could empty his gun into each of the Feringhees as they came into sight. Knowing nothing of Harkins' death, they expected to see three men whom they meant to shoot first.

The Choojurs waited patiently, confident that the refugees would soon show themselves, Time passes slowly to those that count the minutes and the Hindoo lacks the patience of the Esquimau who sits unmoved for twenty-four hours at a stretch beside the air hole in the ice, waiting sight of the nose of a seal. So it came about that when the half-dozen miscreants had held their cramped positions for more than two hours, they grew peevish and wondered what could possibly have kept their intended victims invisible so long. It could not be because they suspected danger from the outside: and they must surely be aware of the importance of starting at the earliest possible moment. That the Europeans were within the temple on the arrival of the assassins was certain, for the murmur of their voices was plainly heard. What then was the meaning of their delay?
Two of the Ghoojurs approached Ramsurun Duss and questioned him. He was as irritated as they and answered that if the Feringhees did not soon appear, he would lead his followers into the temple and attack them. His men were hardly prepared for this and proposed that they should secure reinforcements before undertaking so dangerous a task. Ramsurun Duss replied that he had more than was needed, while a larger number would make the shares of plunder too scant. In short, he was not willing to admit any more to the "ground floor."

This statement quieted matters for another half hour, when the same couple stole to the side of their leader to learn his decision. He was in such an ill humor that he declared he would wait no longer and being the bravest of the party, he took upon himself the task of learning why the Europeans persisted in staying within the temple. He decided to enter unobserved through the arched way. If challenged, he would make reply that he was a messenger from Luchman, who sent word that they must not delay their departure another minute, for it could only add to their peril. Since the missionary spoke Hindustani there would be no trouble in communicating with him and Ramsurun Duss did not doubt he could readily deceive the good man. In the event of being suspected, or if violent hands were laid upon him, he would make an outcry that would be answered by a rush of the Ghoojurs waiting close by. It can hardly be said that the subordinate relished this undertaking, but he thought detection very unlikely and being in a sour mood, decided to set his men the example they needed.

The first thing he did was to creep to one of the circular openings that served for windows. There he listened for several minutes. The stillness was profound.

"They are asleep," he said in an undertone to those near him. "We shall all enter together and leap upon them before they can wake."

But his men objected. They did not see the wisdom of exposing themselves to so much danger. They thought it more probable that the Feringhees were making a pretense of unconsciousness with a view of drawing them into a trap. The leader grew furious over the cowardice of his men. He vowed he would manage the business himself and keep all the loot of the Feringhees and with this parting threat he entered upon his lone expedition.

Cautiously descending from his perch above the roof of the temple1 he reached the arched entrance, certain he had not betrayed himself. When he looked into the black, gaping mouth, which resembled the throat of some colossal piece of ordnance, he stood motionless for a full minute.

He knew some of his comrades had ventured too near that death line during the preceding two days. Did a similar fate await him? But he could not go back to his men, thereby confessing that he was afraid. He glided swiftly through the passageway and into the larger apartment. Those on the outside were not held waiting long when he came back quivering with raging chagrin.

"Too' late!" he exclaimed in the bitterness of spirit; "the Feringhees are gone!"

This announcement brought back the courage of his comrades, who plunged frantically into the interior of the temple. A brief search proved the truth of their leader's words. The only object found was the inanimate body of Harkins, which was plundered so shamelessly that it told a part of the fearful truth to Luchman the moment his eyes fell upon it. The Feringhees had fled indeed and when the Ghoojurs found that nothing else remained to do, they took up the tramp to the camp of Wana Aifghar, where they arrived a half hour after Luchman had slipped away.

Going back a few hours in the thread of our narrative, you will remember that Dr. Avery and the family of the missionary were grouped together in the passageway during the meeting between Luchman and Wana Affghar. Tense with interest they watched the couple until the departure of their friend in the company of the Ghoojur chieftain. None could mistake the meaning of the scene,--the bargain had been struck. The fugitives must stay in the temple until the hour named by the guide for leaving.

"If nothing more is seen or heard of them," said Dr. Avery, "we shall gain the start that ought to secure our safety. But I shouldn't give much for the life of Luchman after he parts with the diamond, for he is dealing with a traitor and a fiend."

The conversation continued without special interest, until Marian decided to relate her singular experience of the night before. Instantly her affianced was greatly interested.

"Have you any idea of the hour?" he asked.

"It must have been near midnight, possibly a little later."

"That being so, you are mistaken in thinking the intruder was Luchman. He can prove an alibi. There was not a minute from the time you withdrew to sleep, or rather from the time he fired the pistol which you all heard, that he was not at my elbow. Not once did he pass inside."

"Who was it?"

"A stranger."

"But he could not have come through the archway without being seen by one of you."

"No, he did not come through the archway. My friends," said the surgeon earnestly, "that occurrence confirms a suspicion that I have held all along. There is some means of communication with the temple of which we know nothing."

"What can it be?"

"It is subterranean, such as you find in hundreds of buildings in every country. I have no doubt it leads to the river bank and was made to allow the priests and fakirs of the temple to go in and out unknown to others."

"Then why has it not been used against us?" asked Mr. Warringford.

"Because Wana Affghar is ignorant of it, too. One or more of his men, no doubt, belonging to the guard along the river bank, stumbled upon the tunnel and explored it to learn whether it could be turned to account. He or they did not tell their leader, or if they did, he must have understood it was unknown to us. As a consequence he has simply guarded the outlet."

"Still I wonder that it has not been used before by him."

"1 believe it would have been but for this ransom business. Wana Affghar could not have secured the diamond, by discounting its surrender by Luchman. But why speculate? Let us hunt for the underground passage.

"It surely is the right thing to do," said the missionary, "for if we pass out in front, I fear we shall be attacked."

"Keep guard then for a few minutes while I search for the tunnel," said Avery, hurrying away, tremulous with excitement.

The experience of Marian Warringford proved that the visitor of the night before came from the larger apartment and consequently the surgeon began his explorations there. He first stamped on the floor, treading over every part of the stone and cement and listening for the hollow sound which tells of an excavation beneath. After making a circuit, he detected a peculiarity near one of the corners, though the response was not pronounced. He struck a light and scrutinized the pavement, but saw nothing to enlighten him further.

"Whichever way he entered, he did not come up through the floor. Since the opening isn't in the roof, it must be in the wall."

The same manipulation was repeated around the sides of the apartment. The only spot that gave the hollow response was in the corner where it had been heard before.

"It is here," decided the explorer, striking another match.

Eureka! he had found it. There were the dividing lines so plainly marked that every one of the fugitives would have seen them but for the obscurity of the room. They had pressed the door many times, but it was less yielding than the one which led into the inner apartment, and it was not until Dr. Avery had pushed against it with his full strength that it slowly swung inward, the draught of air extinguishing the match he had just lighted. Igniting another, he shaded it with one hand and peered into the yawning space beyond. The stir of air showed the tunnel! was connected with the outside world and the surgeon believed the underground passage led to the river. He hurried back to his friends with the important tidings.

"If we had only known this last night," said Mr. Warnngford, "we might have passed out of the temple."

"And probably into an ambush."

"We may do that as it is, for it is hard to understand why Wana Affghar has withdrawn his guard."

"Perhaps he has not, or the one or more men in the secret, who have gone off with him, have kept it to themselves, for reasons which we need not try to guess.

"It is not yet time for us to leave," added the missionary, "but I feel that we should use the path that has so providentially cleared."

It was while this conversation was going on that Ramsurun Duss and his Ghoojurs took their place about the entrance to the temple. Our friends thought it prudent to look farther into the tunnel before availing themselves of the opportunity it seemed to offer. While the elder held the door open, the younger groped his way for fifty feet or more from the building. He was amazed by the perfection of the work. The passage was three feet wide and almost twice as high. Top, bottom and sides were lined with the same durable cement that had been plentifully used through-out the temple itself. It was hard and smooth and during the dry season was as free as gunpowder from moisture. No public building could have had a better hallway than that along which the surgeon traveled for a considerable distance.

"If it is like this throughout, it is a more pleasant means of egress than across the plain by moonlight."

Dr. Avery was so impressed with the value of time that he did not explore farther, but made haste to rejoin his friends. It was then near eight o'clock. He walked to the front of the archway and looked out to learn whether the coast was clear. Everything seemed favorable and there was no reason for further delay.

How little did he or any of the party dream that at that very moment, Ramsurun Duss and his murderous Ghoojurs were crouching near the entrance impatiently waiting for him and his companions to come within range of their guns!

Naturally Dr. Avery took the lead. He went carefully down the steps, lighting match after match for the guidance of all. Marian came next, her father bringing up the rear.

"Close the door after you," said the surgeon to the elder; "quite likely they will search through the temple for us. Is there any way of fastening it?"

"Fortunately there is not."

"Why do you say fortunately?"

"If there were, do you suppose it would have been left so we could open it?"

"I did not think of that," replied the surgeon, whose spirits rose at the prospect before them. He continued to burn matches at brief intervals, until they had penetrated so far that Mr. Warringford suggested the light might attract attention from the farther end of the passage-way. The tiny flame, therefore, was allowed to flicker out and for a time the journey was pushed in utter darkness. The surgeon's outstretched arms and shuffling feet found no irregularity in the admirably constructed tunnel, which must have been the work of some master mason of ancient times.

It will be remembered that the distance from the ruined temple to the river was about two hundred yards. When it seemed to Dr. Avery that he had traveled that far, he walked more slowly and felt his way with extreme care. Soon thereafter the party heard the soft flow of water but a short distance beyond.

Following this rhythmic murmur of flowing water, the fugitives groping through the tunnel saw a faint glow in front of them.

"It is the star gleam at the front of the passage. This is a good time to light another match," remarked Dr. Avery the leader, and all stood still while he rasped the phosphorus along the dry cement at his side. The tiny twist of flame did not give the view they wished, but it told them there was no further need of hesitation. Fifty feet further and the end of the tunnel was reached. They emerged near the river, wondering why it was they found no means of closing the outer entrance. It must have been concealed in some way, since one of the essentials of underground passages is secrecy. A few steps off there was a growth of vegetation around the mouth, which was not likely to be observed from the river or the bank above.

The first thing to do was to learn whether any of their enemies were near. So far as could be seen none of the Ghoojurs were within call and the little party moved to the water's edge, where they dipped up enough fluid in the palms of their hands to quench their burning thirst. As with the Ganges, the waters were roiled, but the fugitives eagerly drank of them. Possibly in time, they might have acquired a liking for the muddy current, as do those who voyage up and down our own Mississippi.

"We have been fortunate beyond our deserts," said Mr. Warringford reverently, "and I have an unwavering faith that we shall be delivered out of all our perils. Luchman told us to go to the river bank a quarter of a mile above, but we have not been able to follow his directions since the tunnel does not lead that way."

"We can soon get to the spot which we may consider our starting point," said the surgeon. "Let us hasten, for this is one of those chances that we are not likely to come upon the second time."
The stream upon whose bank they paused was insignificant at the time, though during the rainy season, it was a large, muddy and swiftly rolling river, showing the peculiarity that impresses the traveler in going up the Ganges. The bed over which the current flows is so soft and free from obstructions that scarcely any sound is heard. The shore was dry and sandy, of a yellowish color and with trees scattered at rare intervals.

The guide had told them to Waste no time, but to press on without thought of him. It was important above everything else to lessen the distance between them and Kurnal and the few hours thus gained were more than likely to decide their fate.

During these precious minutes the Ghoojurs were squatted near the entrance of the tunnel, awaiting the appearance of the fugitives. Mrs. Warringford told her friends to feel no solicitude on her account, as the long enforced rest made the exercise of walking pleasant, despite the suffocatingly hot night, and she was able to walk a long way. They followed the stream rather than the beaten path, for its course in that section is north and south and anyone who traveled toward its source must approach Kurnal. They had gone perhaps two miles farther when they were startled by the sight of a small boat which whirled around a curve in the stream and was upon them before they were aware. It contained five or six men who were doubtless fully armed.
All the fugitives could do was to hide behind a clump of peepul trees and hope for the best. The stream was so shallow that the occupants of the craft seemed to give all their efforts to preventing it from sticking fast upon the numerous bars, and doubtless it was this fact that saved the party on shore from discovery. As soon as the danger was past, our friends resumed their journey, keeping in the shelter Whenever possible; in this way they were favored by the great number of groves that are scattered through India, planted many years before by wealthy men, who thought thus to secure enough merit to outweigh such atrocities as their descendants were committing at this very time. The night was a memorable one to the fugitives, who knew that in front was safety and behind was death. There had been nights of more dangerous adventure, but somehow the feeling was with all, that this was the crisis of their long and weary wanderings.

Directly in the east the glare of some conflagration filled the sky. It was not far off and may have had no special significance, but to the refugees it seemed a part of the appalling drama just opening, before which the civilized world was to stand aghast. Little conversation was indulged in, for all were oppressed with anxious imaginings. Where the nature of the ground permitted, Dr. Avery drew the arm of Marian within his own, and husband and wife did the same, for they were an example of the beautiful love and trust that grows brighter with the passing years. Eager as they were to push on, they could not escape the enervating effect of the temperature which at times seemed like that of the "hinges of Hades." There are days and nights in the Deccan and other parts of India where only a salamander can be considered proof against the appalling torridity. Hundreds have died in Madras and Bombay in their beds at midnight from heat stroke and there are times when it is said, the rash foreigner who attempts to cross the street at noonday without protection from the smiting rays is sure to be stricken dead in his tracks.

All were walking languidly when the missionary was overcome by a faintness which was the direct result of the intense throbbing heat. He knew it would be death to disregard the warning and he quietly asked his friends to allow him to lest for a brief while. Fortunately they were on the edge of a large grove at the time. Avery decided there was little to be feared from wild beasts: the monkeys, though in great numbers, being harmless. All sat down near the margin where they decided to stay until morning which could not be far off.

The missionary did not let the others know how ill he felt nor did they suspect anything serious was the matter with him When he reclined on the warm earth and sank into slumber, no one felt a doubt that he would be fully recovered in the morning, and they were not disappointed.

The women spread their shawls on the ground and Marian, resting her head against the tree behind her, made her mother lay hers in her lap. In this posture the two finally fell asleep and were not awakened until daylight. But it was otherwise with Dr. Avery. He seemed to require little more sleep than Luchman and he was so wide awake that he felt it was useless to try to woo reluctant slumber. It was not necessary to walk to and fro as he did while guarding the temple, and with both guns at his side, he threw himself down on the margin of the grove.

"Confound it!" he growled mopping his forehead, "talk about the Upper Nile and the Red Sea and Persia and various other places being hot, they can't beat this, for if they did, no one would ever live to tell about it. If England had to live in Persia, she would drop her like a hot potato. Now what should I do without Lilia?"

Drawing a hookah from his pocket he filled it with tobacco which Luchman had procured for him some time before and striking a match smoked with the slow, deliberate enjoyment of a lover of the weed.

"My supply is running short and it doesn't equal the cheroots I brought from Calcutta, but it beats nothing by a thousand per cent. It is such a solace on these horrible, steaming nights that I pity those who don't use it. How fine it would be for Mr. Warringford and his wife and Marian--that is to say for the old gentleman."

He smoked until only ashes remained, when he re-filled the cocoanut bowl.

"Kurnal isn't so far from Delhi," he added, his thoughts drifting in another direction; "and we must be pretty near the smaller town. Hangnation! I've heard that noise a dozen times; what can it mean?"

A low tremulous whistle sounded on the still night as it had sounded repeatedly. Rising to his feet, Dr. Avery returned the call, muttering:

"That is the signal we agreed upon with Luchman and it must be he, but I forgot about it until now.

Several exchanges of signals followed, when the guide walked forward and in the pleasure of the meeting, they exchanged a Masonic grip. In answer to inquiries, Avery replied that the family of the missionary were sleeping near by, while he was essaying the role of sentinel, with the report that thus far everything had gone well. Luchman listened with great interest, after which he told his story. When he entered the temple he found that Wana Affghar had betrayed him and he vowed that no matter what the consequences might be to himself, he would slay the perfidious miscreant. By means of lighted matches, the Hindoo studied the well trodden soil in front of the archway and was surprised by his failure to find the delicate footprints of the women leading outward. He began to hope that matters might not be as bad as he feared. Then came a renewal of the suspicion he had felt all along, that there was an underground communication with the temple which providentially the fugitives had discovered and put to good use. Hurrying to the shore of the stream, it did not take him long to learn the thrilling truth: there in the sandy soil he saw the tracks of the two men and their companions.

The good fellow was happy again, and despite the horrible heat, he pressed on with more ardor than before. He saw that while Wana Affghar had played the traitor, Heaven had brought his scheme to naught.

"Won't he pursue us when he learns we have fled?" asked the surgeon.

"No, the distance is too jar; he knows he cannot over-take us. Besides it was the great diamond he was seeking. We have only to improve the opportunity Heaven has given us.

"Shall we follow the stream to its end?"

"No, sahib, for it makes a turn to the west a few miles farther on and we shall have to leave it. But our task is much easier and safer than at any time since we left the Cashmere Gate."

"In what respect?"

"We can keep to paths through the jungle, which reaches to within four miles of Kurnal and may get a ride with some ryot, which will greatly help the ladies."

"Will that be prudent?"

"We should have had little trouble after leaving Delhi, sahib, had we been like all other fugitives. Our danger, if you will stop to think, came from Wana Affghar of Panipat and his Ghoojurs, not because he wanted us, but because he coveted the great diamond. Had you taken one direction and I another he would have given no heed to you but pursued me. He will do so no more.

"It must be near morning, Luchman."

"It is, sahib; it is growing light: our friends will need food: wait here till I bring it."

Before the others awoke, the guide returned.

"I have found a hut, sahib, where we can have all the food we need."

"Why did you not bring it with you?"

"It will be more pleasant for the ladies to go there; they can bathe, attend to their toilets and be in a house while the hot wind is blowing."

Before it was fairly light, all three were awake and warmly greeted Luchman whose escape from Wana Affghar was hardly less remarkable than their own. The missionary and his family were glad to go to the hut with the guide, for the accommodations offered were such as people in their situation long for and appreciate. The mud house was occupied by a man, his wife and two children, all of whom deemed themselves honored by receiving such visitors under their roof. The simple people had never before been spoken to in their own tongue by a foreign lady. The dwelling was a tidy one with two rooms and was built of sun-dried bricks, thatched with corn stalks, but to the refugees after their toil and privations, it was a palace. The low caste of the native allowed him to supply them with food and entertainment. From a neighboring well he drew the cool water for bathing, while the wife ground the grain in a hand mill and soon supplied her guests with chuppaties and a species of grain porridge known as dalbhat. This simple food, eaten in safety, was delicious and flourishing.

The furniture of the house consisted of a charpoy or native bedstead and a few cooking utensils. Outside under the shade of a mango tree was another charpoy, which was used as a chair during the day. While our friends were seated on the ground partaking of their meal, the housewife stood over them with a dried palm leaf, which she deftly used as a fan, thus enabling her visitors to eat in comfort. Having been accustomed in their own home to huge punkhas--fan--suspended from the ceiling and kept going day and night during the hot season, and having suffered so much misery on the road to this primitive hut, it can be understood how welcome the service of the housewife was to the tired fugitives.

The women spent as much of the day as they could in slumber, for they expected to travel most of the night. Dr. Avery tumbled into the charpoy under the tree outside, but instantly tumbled out again when he found a venomous serpent had pre-empted the quarters.

"Devil take the snakes!" he exclaimed with a shiver of disgust; "you never know where to look for them in India except where you don't want to see 'em."

After some manipulation with a long stick, Avery dislodged the reptile from his nest and despatched it. Making sure that none of its friends was in the charpoy, he rolled over into it and slept until the afternoon was gone.

With the close of the day, the silent housewife prepared the evening meal. While moving about she was accompanied by a musical tinkle from her toe rings and the jingle of the bracelets and amulets on her ever busy arms. A brief while after the meal, it was noticed that Luchman had disappeared and there was a natural curiosity as to the reason. No one, however, had any misgiving, for if any man possessed the faculty of being on hand when needed, he was that individual. A liberal gift of money was made to the couple, who were profuse in their thanks and urged their visitors to come again and even to spend many weeks under their humble roof. While the good missionary was improving the occasion by speaking to them of the claims and beauties of the Christian religion, the sound of wagon wheels in the road was heard and peeping out with some alarm they saw that a large cart, drawn by a pair of hump-shouldered oxen and occupied by a single person, halted in front of their dwelling. This superintendent of motive power proved to be their old friend Luchman.

He did not explain by what means he had acquired the property, but no one doubted it was by honest purchase or hire. All the party entered the vehicle and after profound salaams from the native and his wife to the Gurib-purwan, or "protectors of the poor," they headed northward toward Kurnal.

The journey had no lack of incident, but nothing of a dangerous nature occurred. The sight of a native driving such a cart and accompanied by several others, who from their apparel were Hindoos, was too common to attract more than passing notice. They had passed beyond the ring of fire that encircled Delhi and the next day reached the little town where the position of the British authorities was so strong that it seemed all peril of the flight from the capital of the newly proclaimed Mogul Empire was at an end.

My narrative touches only the fringe of the Sepoy Mutiny of 1857-58. Its later history is written in letters of fire. Never has the world witnessed more horrifying scenes of atrocity, perfidy and massacre than those that swept over India those days when the legions of darkness were loosed for a season.

The Mogul Empire was proclaimed at Delhi in May. On the last day of the same month, the mutiny at Cawnpore took place: the city was invested by Nana Sahib on the 6th of June; it surrendered twenty days later and the garrison was butchered the next day. On the 16th of July, General Havelock was so near and Nana Sahib knowing that he would be forced to vacate Cawnpore, the most awful massacre of all--that of the women and children--was perpetrated, directly after which Nana Sahib withdrew and the city was relieved by General Havelock.

The principal massacres down to the close of July were at Mutta, Delhi, Lucknow, Bareilly, Neemuch, Fyzabad and Cawnpore. But the wails of British India were borne across the thousands of miles of land and sea to England and she arose in her majestic wrath and sent the veterans of the Crimea to visit retribution on the heads of the merciless Sepoys, the united Hindoos and Mussulmans and, because it was delayed, the vengeance was the more terrible.
Delhi, the Mogul capital, was invested by General Barnard on June 8, assaulted September 14, and captured on the 20th. The wretched puppet, Mohammed Suraj-oo-deen Shah Gezee, fled before the swinging hosts, but was pursued and captured by Captain Hodson, who promised to spare his life if he surrendered. On the same day, two sons and one grandson of the Emperor, all three among the leading fiends in the massacres, were shot dead by Captain Hodson with his revolver while they were seated in a carrage, surrounded by a frenzied mob bent on rescuing them.

Order being finally restored at Delhi, a military commission was appointed to try the leading mutineers that had been captured, in or near the city. Such commissions generally convict, and by this one, twenty members of the Delhi royal family were executed, together with a number of red-handed Choojur Chiefs. In the month of January, the Emperor himself was placed on trial. He was found guilty on each of the four charges alleged against him, the penalty of which is death as a traitor and felon; but because of the promise given at the time of his surrender to Captain Hodson, he was sentenced to a life transportation to the Andaman Islands. This was changed to British Kaifraria, and this in turn to a station in British Burrnah, known as Tonghoo, some three hundred miles inland from Rangoon, where he arrived on the 9th day of December, 1858. And there in 1861, at the great age of ninety years, closed the career of the last sovereign of the race of Timur.

Nana Dhoonda Pant, known in history as Nana Sahib, was the foulest fiend of the Sepoy Mutiny. His ultimate fate will never be known. The British Government offered a reward of a lac of rupees (Thirty-three Thousand Dollars) for his capture and several persons were arrested because of their resemblance to him. By some it was reported that he crossed the Himalayas and found refuge among the tribes of the north, and by others it was claimed that he was afterwards seen in different parts of Hindustan, while more believe he was killed during the closing scenes of the uprising. Strange as it may seem, twenty years later, many persons in India were convinced he was alive, so changed by years and so disguised that none but his most intimate friends suspected his identity. It is incredible, however, that such was the case.

The author of "The Land of the Veda" used the following impressive language:

"When again defeated for the fifth time, he fled to the congenial society of Khan Bahador at Bareilly, where he made his last stand; and he then, having filled to overflowing the measure of his guilt, passed away like a thief in the night, and left his wealth to the spoiler. He and his followers entered the jungles of Oude, and penetrated deep into desolate wilds, where the malarious fever soon thinned out his company and reduced the remnant to the final distress. For the last that is known of this man's doom we have to depend upon the reports of two native spies who followed him, and two of his servants who subsequently found their way out of the Himalayan solitudes. Wasted and worn at last by fever and starvation, they are reported to have held a council and concluded to put their swords each through his own women, and then to separate and die alone. Certainly a remnant of any them has never since been seen. The Nana Sahib wore that great ruby which was so celebrated for its size and brilliancy. His priests had told him that it was an amulet which secured to him a charmed life. He trusted in it, no doubt, to the very last. It was probably in his turban when he wandered up the deep ravine to die alone; and if so, there it lies today, for no human hand will penetrate those pestilential jungles to gather it. The eagles of the Himalayas alone, as they look down from their lofty heights for their prey, are the only creatures that will ever see the burning rays of that ruby, as it shines amid the rags of the vagrant who perished there long years ago.

I have said that Luchman, the Hindoo, had no more humor in his make-up than an American Indian, but even our noble redmen now and then indulge in pleasantry, and there have been instances when they actually laughed. None the less the dusky hero was one of the most reserved of men and rarely was anything more than a flitting smile seen upon his face. To picture him as chuckling with mirth was beyond the imagination of any of his friends, but I have now to relate an instance in which they saw such an amazing display on his part.

Early in the year 1858, Reverend Francis Warringford, the missionary, and. his family re-established themselves in the royal city of Delhi. Their house had been destroyed during the commune of the preceding twelve months, but the good man had enough means left to procure another and cheerfully resumed work in the Master's vineyard.

Luchman did valuable service as a guide for the British forces and proved, like every native convert, faithful amid the fiery temptations. As I have said before, one of the most striking facts connected with the Sepoy Mutiny, is that not a single instance is known of a native professing Christianity swerving from his faith.

Surgeon Avery was professionally engaged during the closing scenes of the rebellion. He and Luchman were generally within communicating distance of each other and one evening they met at the home of the missionary, where they were always warmly welcomed. Dr. Avery had not forgotten his duty to the memory of his noble friend George Harkins and the little company were indulging in reminiscences of those memorable days and nights following the flight from Delhi, when the Doctor suddenly asked:

"What the mischief is the matter with Luchman?"

The Hindoo's shoulders were actually bobbing up and down and an odd chuckling came from his throat. Everyone smiled because of the unprecedented sight. Seeing their eyes turned upon him, Luchman instantly became his sober self and gravely asked the missionary:

"Will the sahib write a letter for me?"

"With pleasure," replied the gentleman, and Marion brought forth pen, ink and paper.

"Mother and I shall withdraw," said she, supposing the matter was private.

"No, no, no," protested Luchman with an expansive grin, you must help me think what to say in my letter." He had some knowledge of written English and spoke it remark-ably well though for the sake of smoothness in our narrative I have not tried to transcribe his speech verbatim.

"I am ready," said Mr. Warringford, taking up the pen and dipping it into the ink; "to whom shall it be addressed?"

"To Wana Affghar, Panipat."

Every countenance expressed astonishment and once more Luchman chuckled and straightway became as solemn as an owl.

"How will your letter be delivered?" asked the amanuensis.

"I will get it to him, sahib."

"Proceed."

Luchman fidgeted uneasily in his seat. This was not the kind of business to which he was accustomed. Observing his embarrassment, Mr. Warringford addressed the missive.

"To Wana Aifghar, Panipat, Luchman sends salaams."

Reading this aloud the writer added:

"Now, my good friend, instead of trying to think of the form, tell me what you wish to say and I shall put it together for you."

Still the native was restless.

"Recall to Wana Affghar the agreement we made for the ransom of the Feringhees who were held in the temple."

This was done.

"Tell him I meant to keep my part as a Christian."

"I shall write that you did so."

"No, sahib, write it as I said."

It was so written.

"But I distrusted him and I waited to be sure he had not broken his word."

The pen moved rapidly, but everyone except Luchman was mystified.

"Say to him that if he had been faithful, I should have given him the great diamond."

"Why, Luchman, you did give it to him," said the missionary, leaning back in his chair with arrested pen, while the others looked their amazement. The native indulged in another of his astonishing chuckles and then explained:

"I did not give Wana Affghar the real diamond; I gave him a false one and brought away the true one with me. It was in my turban all the time, close to the false one. Had I found that he had kept his promise, I should have given him the true diamond afterwards, for I had promised to do so and I am a Christian. I had the false one made when I was in Calcutta and carried it with me alongside the true one. Wana Affghar will never see the great diamond, for I have given it to another."

The pen of the writer dropped to the floor. "Can this be possible?"

"Will you write that, sahib?"

"Wait till I pull myself together," replied the gentleman as he picked up the pen. Finally the words were written and when the excitement had subsided, the interesting story was completed.

Between Wana Affghar and Luchman, the game was a genuine one of "diamond cut diamond," and though you may have decided that the Ghoojur chieftain had over-matched the Hindoo, you will now change your mind. During one of Luchman's occasional visits to Calcutta, he secured the services of a native lapidary, who by some alchemy unknown outside his country, made a perfect imitation of the wonderful stone, which the Hindoo took away with him, impelled to do so by the thought that it might serve him in some such contingency as that which actually arose.

Inserting his fingers once more in his turban, he now brought forth a piece of soft tissue paper and turning toward Marion tossed it into her lap.

"I have saved it for you," said he, "but did not give it before, because I feared you could not keep it while the war was waging about you.

"But why do you give it to me, Luchman?" asked the astonished young woman. The native was silent for a moment, as if struggling with his emotion. Then in a low voice he said:

"Your father, the sahib, told me so much about Christianity that I could not sleep for thinking: I was sorrowed by the words of your good mother, but I had been so wicked a man that I did not believe God would ever pardon me. It was you, the daughter, that showed me that my Heavenly Father would pardon the worst of sinners. I asked him to forgive and make a new man of me and He did so. I found the jewel of great price; you possessed it long ago; take this,--not from me but from my heart."

There could be no refusal of such a request.

"It is a fortune," said Dr. Avery, "but immense as is its worth it cannot be compared with my jewel,--my wife soon to be."

After a moment's hush, Luchman turned to Dr. Avery with a curious expression on his face.

"If Wana Affghar were a Freemason, would it be right for me to treat him as I did?"

The reply of the surgeon was instantaneous:

"Brother, your supposition is not supposable. You are a Freemason. It is impossible for him ever to be one: you are the real diamond; he is the paste and we don't make Freemasons out of paste. So mote it be."



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