It would be necessary first to assure me on that point.

My honor is involved in that matter.

To whom, and of what nature, would the letter be ?" "A letter to the Company's Resident at Abu, reporting to him that Hindoo widows are still compelled in this city to burn themselves to death above their husbands' funeral pyres." The Rajput grinned.

"Does the Resident sahib not know it, then ?" "There will be no chance of his not knowing should my report reach him!" "I will see, sahib, what can be done, then, in the matter.

If I can find a man, I will bring him to you." The missionary thanked him and stood watching as the Rajput rode away.
When the horseman's free, lean back had vanished in the inky darkness his eyes wandered over to a point where tongues of flame licked upward, casting a dull, dancing, crimson glow on the hot sky.