Say also to the Alwa-sahib that it may be well to rescue the Miss-sahib first, before he looks for me, but of that matter I am no judge, being imprisoned and unable to ascertain the truth.

Hast thou understood ?" "And all that for three mohurs ?" "Nay.

The price is now two mohurs again.

It will be one unless--" "Three, sahib! It was three!" "Then run! Hasten!" The shadows swallowed her again.

She crept where they were darkest--lay still once, breathless, while a man walked almost over her--reached the outer wall, and felt her way along it until she reached low eaves that reached down like a jagged saw from utter blackness.