to his daughter, he said:

"My child, you have a pistol; when they make a move, shoot; leave Almos
to me and save your last bullet for yourself."

"The infidels shall be destroyed everywhere," said Almos; "none of the
Inglese loge shall be left in India. The faithful have risen and they
will crush them all, for so commands the Prophet----"

Dr. Marlowe had placed his hand on the butt of his revolver at his hip,
meaning to whip out the weapon and fire before the miscreant had
finished his high-sounding tomfoolery. His daughter had also grasped
hers, intending to obey to the letter the command of her parent, when
the Ghoojur chieftain abruptly paused in his speech, staggered for a
moment, and then sank to the ground like a bundle of rags, with the
breath of life gone from his body.

The incident would have been as inexplicable to parent and child as to
the Ghoojurs, had they not caught the faint, far-away report of a
rifle, which, if heard by the bandits, was not associated by them with
the startling thing that had taken place before their eyes. But the
doctor and Mary knew the connection.

And about half-a-mile away, on the top of that huge rock, hot enough
under the flaming sun to roast eggs, Jack Everson had assumed the same
position that he held the afternoon before on the bank of the Ganges,
when he checked the advance of the Ghoojur horsemen across the river.
With the aid of the glasses, he had descried the forms of his beloved
and her father when the bright eyes failed to detect his own. Then,
when about to start to join them, he observed their visitors, and the
glass again helped to identify them, after which he "proceeded to
business."

The instant he made his aim sure he pulled the trigger, came to a
sitting position, readjusted a cartridge, and placing the glasses to
his eyes that he might see the more plainly, watched the result of his
shot.

"By Jove; another bull's-eye!" he gleefully exclaimed, as he saw his
man stagger and fall almost at the feet of Dr. Marlowe. "I don't know
the gentleman's name, but a first-class obituary notice is in order.
That makes six, and now for the seventh. I really hope the doctor is
keeping score for me."

The professional eye of the physician saw where the pellet of lead had
passed through the chest of Almos, but it was not observed by Mustad or
the other Ghoojurs, who probably attributed it in some way to the bite
of the cobra, in spite of the miraculous cure