ng my liver dried up and my heart hardened as a
stone, while I took vows on his dead body to find a way to punish this
murderer. No matter how long I have to wait, I shall--" again his words
were lost.

"But brother, this is idle talk! will you risk----?"

"Care must be taken to find one suited to the job; he must have
experience and courage, and"--he glanced suspiciously at Honor and
dropped his voice, fearing that she might be one of those Memsahibs, who
understood Bengali. So many did not.

"There is one man at Panipara--of daring inconceivable. Three months he
served in gaol for--he fears neither the law nor----"

"Ss-s-h! I will see him. Tell me where--?" Their heads drew closer as
their voices were lowered to continue their plotting.

Honor could hear no more. She had drawn too near and their suspicions
were aroused, so that whatever else they had to say was lost in
mumbling.

Her heart hammered and her pulses throbbed with fear. What were these
men thinking of doing in their revenge? Was the doctor's life in actual
danger?

Her friends, at another stall where brasses and wood-carving were
displayed, were signalling for her to join them. She looked around for
help, but not a policeman was in sight. Even then, she could have done
nothing, for the evil-looking Indian had slipped away and was lost in
the crowds. She had no positive evidence to offer that would satisfy the
law. The basket-weaver, looking innocent and bland, sat on his haunches
shouting out to the public to inspect his goods.

Honor, therefore, controlled her excitement, and decided to warn Captain
Dalton again on his return to the Station, and consult her father on the
subject. With an anxious heart, she joined her friends who were looking
on at a monkey dance.

"_Bibi Johorun_," the female monkey, dressed in skirt and shawl, and cap
on her head adorned with a red feather, hopped to the measure of the
little drum the man rattled rhythmically with a turn of his wrist; while
her husband, the male, in coat and brass buttons, sat on a toy stool
awaiting his turn to be called up for the War. Presently the pair would
embrace in farewell, he would shoulder his mimic gun to the delight of
the spectators, and proceed to march to battle to the time of the drum.
Honor knew the routine perfectly. Meanwhile his expression of sleepy
indifference under the rakish khaki cap as he blinked and chewed the
nuts offered by the public, was human in its comprehen