Is there anything else ?" The young man pulled himself together.

"It's like the Arabian Nights!" "Go ahead, now, and show yourself a man!" cried Hugh Johnstone, almost in anguish.

"I do not wish to see you again until you have earned your fortune! One last word: You are to make no explanations whatever!" The young envoy grasped his kinsman's hands, crying: "You may count on me in life and death! I'll do your bidding." Old Johnstone drank a bottle of pale ale and composedly smoked a cheroot, after he had watched the stalwart, rosy young Briton stride away on his strange journey.

A robust, frank-faced, fine young fellow of twenty-six, with the fair brow and clear blue eyes of the "north countree," was manly Douglas Fraser.
Toiling resolutely to rise, step by step, in the service of the Peninsular and Oriental Steamship Company, he had never dreamed of the sudden favor of his rich kinsman, and yet, loyal as the good Sir James Douglas, he silently took up his quest.
"I can't understand the old gentleman." he mused as he hurried a half an hour later into the station, though prudently selected by-streets.
"There may be some old official entanglement hanging over him yet.

Some reason why he would quit India quietly, or perhaps some one who owes him a grudge.