What has become of him ?" The officer smiled and shook his head.
"Rao is a prisoner, then," thought the young man.

"That black scoundrel Umballa is at least thorough." Aloud he said: "We shall go at once to your house, Ramabai." And all through the night they planned and planned, but not knowing where the first ordeal was to take place, nor the hour, they found themselves going round in a circle, getting nowhere.

To a man of action like Bruce it was maddening.

He walked out of the house into the garden and back again at least a dozen times, always to find Ramabai with his head held despairingly in his hands.

Another time Bruce opened the door to the street; two troopers squatted on each side of the threshold.