To have her fall into Umballa's hands thus easily, when he and Bruce Sahib had searched the jungle far and wide! Well, she was alive; praise Allah for that; and where there was life there was hope.
Later Kathlyn was standing under the cell window gazing at the yellow sunset.

Two hours had gone, and no sign of Umballa yet.

She shuddered.

Had she been alone she would have hunted for something sharp and deadly.

But her father; not before him.