"except that once
or twice they have come back for a moment quite vividly. One of them
I have not thought of for some days, but now I see it again. Don't you
remember there was a wood, and a Hindoo man and woman stepped out of it,
and a third native came up to them?"

"Yes, I remember now," she said eagerly; "it was just as we are here;
but what of that, Mr. Bathurst?"

"Did you recognize any of them?"

"Yes, yes, it all comes back to me now. It was you and the Doctor,
certainly, and I thought the woman was myself. I spoke to the Doctor
next day about it, but he laughed at it all, and I have never thought of
it since."

"The Doctor and I agreed, when we talked it over that evening, that the
Hindoo who stepped out of the wood was myself, and thought that you were
the Hindoo girl, but of that we were not so sure, for your face seemed
not only darkened, but blotched and altered--it was just as you are
now--and the third native was the Doctor himself; we both felt certain
of that. It has come true, and I feel absolutely certain that the native
I saw along the road will turn out to be the Doctor."

"Oh, I hope so, I hope so!" the girl cried, and pressed forward with
Bathurst to the edge of the wood.

The old native was coming along on the road again. As he approached, his
eye fell on the two figures, and with a Hindoo salutation he was passing
on, when Isobel cried, "It is the Doctor!" and rushing forward she threw
her arms round his neck.

"Isobel Hannay!" he cried in delight and amazement; "my dear little
girl, my dear little girl, thank God you are saved; but what have you
been doing with yourself, and who is this with you?"

"You knew me when you saw me in the picture on the smoke, Doctor,"
Bathurst said, grasping his hand, "though you do not know me in life."

"You, too, Bathurst!" the Doctor exclaimed, as he wrung his hand; "thank
God for that, my dear boy; to think that both of you should have been
saved--it seems a miracle. The picture on the smoke? Yes, we were
speaking of it that last night at Deennugghur, and I never have thought
of it since. Is there anyone else?"

"My friend the juggler and his daughter are with us, Doctor."

"Then I can understand the miracle," the Doctor said, "for I believe
that fellow could take you through the air and carry you through stone
walls with a wave of his hand."

"Well, he has not exactly done that, but he and his daughter have
rendered us immense service. I could