"Now, listen.

Umballa must not know that I know.

On your head, remember." "Huzzor, the word of a Brahmin." "Ah, yes; but I have lived long here.

Where is Ali ?" cried Bruce, turning to one of his men.
"He went into the city this morning, Sahib, and has not returned." "Come," said Bruce to the waiting Brahmin, "We'll return together." He now felt no excitement at all; it was as if he had been immersed in ice water.

It was Kathlyn, not the least doubt of it, bought and sold in the slave mart.