They threaded the narrow streets quickly, skirting the glow of many dung fires for fear that Bruce's leggings might be revealed under his burnoose.
When at length they came to the house of Ramabai they did not seek to enter the front, but chose the gate in the rear of the garden.

The moon was up and the garden was almost as light as day.
"Ramabai!" called Bruce in a whisper.
The dreaming man seated at a table came out of his dream with a start.
A servant ran to the gate.
"Who calls ?" demanded Ramabai, suspicious, as all conspirators ever are.
"It is I, Bruce," was the reply in English, flinging aside his burnoose.
"Bruce Sahib?
Open!" cried Ramabai.

"What do you here?
Have you found her ?" Ramabai's wife, Pundita, came from the house.

She recognized Bruce immediately.
"The Mem-sahib! Have you found her ?" "Just a moment.

Kathlyn Mem-sahib is in one of the palace dungeons.
She must be liberated to-night.