But Mrs.
Raleigh saw the entreaty which her whole body expressed, and, stooping, she took the rigid hands into hers.
My dear," she said, "he has gone into the Hills in disguise, up to the native fort beyond Wara, as that is where he expects to find Phil.
Heaven help him and bring them both back!" Audrey stared at her with a stunned expression.

Her lips were quite white, and Mrs.Raleigh thought she was going to faint.
But Audrey did not lose consciousness.

She sat there as if turned to stone, trying to speak and failing to make any sound.

At last, convulsively, words came.
"They will take him for a spy," she said, both hands pressed to her throat as if something there hurt her intolerably.

"The Waris--torture--spies!" "My darling, my darling, we must hope--hope and pray!" said the Irishwoman, holding her closely.
Audrey turned suddenly, passionately, in the enfolding arms and clung to her as if in physical agony.
"You may, you may," she said in a dreadful whisper, "but I can't--for I don't believe.