born for."

"Nightmare!"

"There, now!"--as Kathlyn leaned dizzily against one of the supports.

"I've gone through a good deal," she said. Without more ado she
pressed the muzzle of the revolver into the keyhole and fired. She
heard a shot behind her, another and another; but she kept on firing
into and about the keyhole till the revolver was empty.

A firm hand drew her aside.

"The lion?"

"Gone to sleep. Let me have a whack at that door."

"Where's Ramabai?"

"Went back over the wall. Probably to warn Ahmed; maybe gone directly
off toward camp. Anyhow, he has faith in me."

"And, oh! so have I, so have I!"

Bruce bore his weight savagely against the door, once, twice, thrice;
and pitched forward on his knees, outside. He was up instantly. He
caught Kathlyn by the hand and hurried her along; and all she could
think of was Winnie romping toward the canopied studio, her father half
asleep on the veranda and the leopard cat sprawled on the divan!

"Sahib! Huzoor!" a voice called. "This way!"

"Ahmed! Ahmed!" cried Kathlyn.

"Yes, heaven born; but hurry, hurry! Umballa will return to search as
soon as he can get the better of his legs. Siva take that battery that
was worn out! Heaven born, you are now a queen in fact. . . ."

"I want to go home, Ahmed, home!"

"Here's the gharry. Here, Sahib!" He held out a handful of cartridges
toward Bruce. "These fit Lal Singh's pistols. Hurry, hurry!"

Bruce helped Kathlyn into the vehicle and jumped in beside her, and
Ahmed struck the horse. The gharry was a rickety old contrivance,
every hinge creaking like some lost soul; but Ahmed had reasoned that
the more dilapidated the vehicle, the less conspicuous it would be. He
urged the horse. He wanted the flying mob to think that he was flying,
too, which, indeed, he was. The gharry rolled and careened like a dory
in a squall. A dozen times Bruce and Kathlyn were flung together, and
quite unconsciously she caught hold of his lean, strong brown hand. It
would not be true to say that he was unconscious of the act.

Presently they entered the paved streets of the bazaars, and the going
improved. Kathlyn leaned back.

"I am Kathlyn Hare, and this is the year . . ."

"Come now, Miss Kathlyn, no thinking; leave the whole business to me,
the worry and the planning. If we can reach my elephants, all right;
we'll be in Delhi within seven days. The rest of the going will be as
simple as falling o