"Am I dreaming or are you ?" he gasped.
"It is what they tell me, Sahib.

I know it not as a fact." "The king dead, Hare dead, and his daughter on the throne! How did she get here?
And what the devil is a chap to do ?" Bruce stooped and recovered his pipe and swore softly.

"Ali, if this is true, then it's some devil work; and I'll wager my shooting eye that that sleek scoundrel Umballa, as they call him, is at the bottom of it.

A white woman, good old Hare's daughter.

I'll look into this.