Rujub took with him a piece of wood about nine inches square, with a soft pad on the top.

He went out in the drive and placed the piece of pole upright, and laid the wood with the cushion on the top.
"Now will you stand in the veranda a while ?" Bathurst stood back by the side of the window so as not to interfere with the passage of the light.

Rabda stole forward and sat down upon the cushion.
"Now watch, sahib." Bathurst looked, and saw the block of wood apparently growing.

Gradually it rose until Rabda passed up beyond the light in the room.
"You may come out," the juggler said, "but do not touch the pole.

If you do, it will cause a fall, which would be fatal to my child." Bathurst stepped out and looked up.