were attacked by a party of Stranglers,
disguised as merchants; and if it had not been that I had some strange
suspicion of them, we should all have been murdered. As it was, we
shot the whole gang, who, fortunately for us, had no firearms."

"It must have been your mother who warned you," Annie said gravely.
"She told us that she dreamt you were in some terrible danger, though
she could not remember what it was, and she tried with all her might
to warn you."

"Perhaps it was that, Annie. I don't know why I suspected them so
strongly--Surajah quite laughed at the idea. Anyhow, it saved our
lives.

"And how are you getting on, Annie? Are you happy?"

"Oh, so happy!" she exclaimed. "At least, I was until your mother got
ill, and I was working very hard at my lessons; but of course that has
all been stopped, as far as taking them from her is concerned. But I
have gone on working, and the Rajah's sons have been very good, and
helped me sometimes, and I begin to read words of two letters. And
what has brought you back so soon?"

"That I can't tell you yet, Annie. I will only tell you that it is not
bad news; and no one but my uncle will know more than that, till I
have told my mother--even my aunt won't hear it."

"Has Surajah come back too, Dick?"

"Yes; I heard horses in the courtyard just now, and I have no doubt it
was him. I rode on first, being anxious to see my mother."

They chatted for a few minutes. Then the Rajah came to the door, and
called Dick into the next room.

"I have settled your father in the room at the other end of the
gallery, Dick. He agreed with me that it was better for him to keep
there, by himself, until you have told your mother that he is here. I
have just ordered a meal to be sent, and after that will send my
barber in to shave him. He says your mother will never recognise him,
with all that hair on his face. I am going to see if something cannot
be done to take the stain off his face, and shall then set half a
dozen tailors to work on some dark blue cloth, to turn him out a suit
before tomorrow morning, in what he calls sailor fashion, so that he
may appear before your mother in something like the style in which she
remembers him."

A few minutes later Gholla came in, and said that Mrs. Holland was
ready for Dick to go in to her. Dick found his mother looking pale and
weak; but the joy of his coming had already brightened her eyes, and
given a faint flush to her cheeks.

"I hav