I'm going there to-morrow morning myself." "You ?" said Hawke.
"Yes," half groaned the old man, turning his face to the wall.

"Come to-morrow afternoon.

Spare no money.

I'll make it right.

Don't linger a minute now." Major Alan Hawke was gayly buoyant as the horses trotted back to Ram Lal Singh's, where he proposed to await the hour of ten o'clock.