And they stood that way for a long time.
At this very moment there appeared before the council a wild eyed, disheveled young man.

How he had passed the palace guard none of them knew.
"A white woman was brought into this room forcibly a few minutes ago.
I demand her! And by the God of my father I will cut out the heart of every one of you if you deny me! She is white; she is of my race!" "There is no white woman here, Bruce Sahib." "You lie!" thundered the young man.
Two guards came in quickly.
"I say you lie! She was seen to enter here!" "This man is mad! Besides, it is sacrilege for him to enter our presence in this manner," cried one of the council.

"Seize him!" A fierce struggle between the guards and Bruce followed; but his race to the city and the attendant excitement had weakened him.

He was carried away, still fighting manfully.
In the meantime Umballa concluded that the reunion had lasted long enough.

He caught Kathlyn roughly by the shoulder and pulled her away.
"Behold, Colonel Sahib! Mine! I bought her this day in the slave mart.