t more to Jack Everson than to any one else, for he
believed that it was the daughter who was the special object of the
natives. That reminded him of the weapon he had secured.

"Here," he said, "take it before I forget to return it."

"You risked a good deal for my sake," she said gratefully, accepting
the weapon, "and I cannot thank you sufficiently---- Well, I declare!"

She was in the act of placing the pistol in the pocket of her dress
when she made the discovery that her weapon was already there. Jack
Everson had taken Mustad's own property from him.

CHAPTER X.

ALONG SHORE.

The curious incident served to lift for a brief time the oppression
that rested upon all. The remarkable part of it was how Miss Marlowe
could believe she had left her revolver in her home when it was in the
pocket of her dress, where, it would seem, she ought to have felt it
while walking across the lawn to the boat, even if she had forgotten to
examine that most natural receptacle for it when she first missed the
weapon.

"It is the most stupid thing I ever did," she declared. "I meant to
keep it in my hand while coming from the house, and, awaking to the
fact that it was not there, did not stop to examine my pocket. It is
too bad."

"We have gained an additional means of defense," observed Mr. Turner,
"and that may be decisive before we are through with this business."

Now that all were together again each was impatient to be on the move.
Wharton and Turner began using the poles with the skill shown some time
before, and once more the unwieldy craft swung slowly down the Ganges,
with all on board alert for the first sign of their enemies. The women
were advised to remain in the small cabin, where they would be safe
against stealthy shots.

As the boat crept under the shadows along shore the spirits of all
improved, for it seemed that with every rod placed behind, them the
danger was diminished, and by and by would vanish altogether.

"That, however, cannot be," said the doctor to Jack Everson, as they
sat a little apart from the rest, near the bow of the craft. "In
truth, I see but one possible escape for this party."

"What is that?"

"I have already referred to it. It will take us weeks to reach
Calcutta on the east or Bombay on the west, and between us and each of
these points the hell fire will rage for months to come. To go south
is equally suicidal, since it would take us into the heart of the
insur