have sent her this message? Who could this
native girl be who had spoken in English to her? Where had she seen the
face?

Her thoughts traveled backwards, and she ran over in her mind all
those with whom she had come in contact since her arrival in India; her
servants and those of her acquaintances passed before her eyes. She
had scarcely spoken to another native woman since she had landed. After
thinking over all she had known in Cawnpore, she thought of Deennugghur.
Whom had she met there?

Suddenly came the remembrance of the exhibition by the juggler, and
she recalled the face and figure of his daughter, as, seated, upon the
growing pole, she had gone up foot by foot in the light of the lamps and
up into the darkness above. The mystery was solved; that was the face
that had just leaned over her.

But how could she be interested in her fate? Then she remembered that
this was the girl whom Bathurst had saved from the tiger. If they
were interested in her, it must be through Bathurst. Could he too have
survived the attack of the night before? She had thought of him, as of
all of them, as dead, but possibly he might have escaped. Even during
the long night's waiting, a captive to the Sepoys, the thought that he
had instantly sprung from beside her and leaped overboard had been
an added pang to all her misery. She had no after remembrance of him;
perhaps he had swum to shore and got off in safety. In that case he must
be lingering in Cawnpore, had learned what had become of her, and was
trying to rescue her. It was to the juggler he would naturally have gone
to obtain assistance. If so, he was risking his life now to save hers;
and this was the man whom she despised as a coward.

But what could he do? At Bithoor, in the power of this treacherous
Rajah, secure in the zenana, where no man save its master ever
penetrated, how could he possibly help her? Yet the thought that he was
trying to do so was a happy one, and the tears that flowed between her
closed lids were not painful ones. She blamed herself now for having
felt for a moment hurt at Bathurst's desertion of her. To have remained
in the boat would have been certain death, while he could have been of
no assistance to her or anyone else. That he should escape, then, if he
could, now seemed to her a perfectly natural action; she hoped that
some of the others had done the same, and that Bathurst was not working
alone.

It did not occur to her that there could be