They had but to mount the elephants and ride away.
"Ahmed," urged Kathlyn, "leave the gharry and come with us." "No, Mem-sahib,"-- Ahmed gazed at her strangely--"I have work to do, much work.

Allah guard you!" He struck the horse with his bamboo stick and careened away.
"Let us be off!" cried Bruce.

"We have sixty miles to put between us and freedom in fact.

We can not make the railway.

Ali, pack! Go to the bungalow and remain there.