Now I must be off.

I shall return to-morrow night and you, Ramabai, shall gather together your fellow conspirators (who would blow up the palace!) and bring the mines to the arena." And while Kathlyn gazed through the marble lattice at the bright stars another gazed at the sunny heavens in a far country, a sprite of a girl with dark tearful eyes.

Father gone, sister gone; silence.
But a few yards away from Kathlyn a man plucked at his chains, praying to God that he might not lose his reason.

With the finished cruelty of the East, Umballa had not visited Colonel Hare again.

There is nothing like suspense to squeeze hope and courage from the heart of man.
* * * * * * On the night before the ordeal men moved cautiously about the elephant arena.