Still, there's a chance--just a chance." "But you haven't told me what has happened yet," cried Audrey, in a fever of impatience.
He answered her, still running by her side "The Waris have got him; rushed his camp at night and bagged everything.

The coolies were in the know, no doubt.

Only his _shikari_ got away.

He has just come in wounded with the news.

I'm on my way to tell the Chief, though I don't see what good he can do." "You mean you think he is murdered ?" gasped Audrey, through white lips.
He nodded.
"Afraid so, poor beggar! Well, so long, Mrs.Tudor! We must hope for the best as long as we can." He put his hand to his cap, and ran on, while Audrey, with a set, white face, was borne to her bungalow.
Her husband was sitting on the veranda.