The trapped wolf bared his fangs and swore, "But set me this time free, And I will hunt thee never more! By ear and eye and jungle law, I'll starve--I'll faint--I'll die before I bury tooth in thee!" WHILE Alwa raged alone, and while Mahommed Gunga talked to Cunningham in a rock-room near at hand, Rosemary McClean saw fit to take a hand in history.

It was not her temperament to sit quite idle while others shaped her destiny; nor was she given to mere brooding over wrongs.

When a wrong was being done that she could alter or alleviate it was her way to tackle it at once without asking for permission or advice.
From where her chair was placed under the long veranda she could see the passage in the rock that led to Jaimihr's cell.

She saw his captors take him up the passage; she heard the door clang shut on him, and she saw the men come back again.

She heard them laugh, too, and she overheard a few words of a jest that seemed the reason for the laughter.
In Rajputana, as in other portions of the East, men laugh with meaning as a rule, and seldom from mere amusement.