rown and turned away without a
word. He passed down the verandah to his own room, and Peter with hands
that shook slightly proceeded with his task.

Tessa's sobbing died down, and there fell a strained silence. Stella
still sat in the drawing-room, but she was out of sight of the two on
the verandah. She could only hear Peter's soft movements.

Suddenly she heard a tense whisper. "Peter! Peter! Quick!"

Like a shadow Peter crossed her line of vision. She heard a murmured,
"Missy _babal_" and rising, she bent forward and saw him in the act of
severing Tessa's bond with the bread-knife. It was done in a few
hard-breathing seconds. The child was free. Peter turned in
triumph,--and found Monck standing at the other end of the verandah,
looking at him.

Stella stepped out at the same moment and saw him also. She felt the
blood rush to her heart. Only once had she seen Monck look as he looked
now, and that on an occasion of which even yet she never willingly
suffered herself to think.

Peter's triumph wilted. "Run, Missy _baba_!" he said, in a hurried
whisper, and moved himself to meet the wrath of the gods.

Tessa did not run. Neither did she spring to Stella for protection. She
stood for a second or two in indecision; then with an odd little
strangled cry she darted in front of Peter, and went straight to Monck.

"It--it wasn't Peter's fault!" she declared breathlessly. "I told him
to!"

Monck's eyes went over her head to the native beyond her. He spoke--a
few, brief words in the man's own language--and Peter winced as though
he had been struck with a whip, and bent himself in an attitude of the
most profound humility.

Monck spoke again curtly, and as if at the sudden jerk of a string the
man straightened himself and went away.

Then Tessa, weeping, threw herself upon Monck. "Do please not be angry
with him! It was all my fault. You--you--you can whip me if you like!
Only you mustn't be cross with Peter! It isn't--it isn't--fair!"

He stood stiffly for a few seconds, as if he would resist her; and
Stella leaned against the window-frame, feeling physically sick as she
watched him. Then abruptly his eyes came to hers, and she saw his face
change. He put his hand on Tessa's shoulder.

"If you want forgiveness for yourself--and Peter," he said grimly, "go
back to your corner and stay there!"

Tessa lifted her tear-stained face, looked at him closely for a moment,
then turned submissively and went back.

Monck