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Title: The Jungle Girl

Author: Gordon Casserly

Release Date: November 18, 2004 [eBook #14087]

Language: English

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THE JUNGLE GIRL

by

GORDON CASSERLY

Author of _The Elephant God_, etc.

New York

1922

CONTENTS

I. THE GREY BOAR
II. YOUTH CALLS TO YOUTH
III. THE LOVE-SONG OF HAR DYAL
IV. A CROCODILE INTERVENES
V. SENTENCE OF EXILE
VI. A BORDER OUTPOST
VII. IN THE TERAI JUNGLE
VIII. A GIRL OF THE FOREST
IX. TIGER LAND
X. A POLITICAL OFFICER IN THE MAKING
XI. TRAGEDY
XII. "ROOTED IN DISHONOUR"
XIII. THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE
XIV. THE DEVIL DANCERS OF TUNA
XV. A STRANGE RESCUE

CHAPTER I

THE GREY BOAR

Youth's daring courage, manhood's fire,
Firm seat and eagle eye,
Must he acquire who doth aspire
To see the grey boar die.

--_Indian Pigsticking Song_.

Mrs. Norton looked contentedly at her image in the long mirror which
reflected a graceful figure in a well-cut grey habit and smart long
brown boots, a pretty face and wavy auburn hair under the sun-helmet.
Then turning away and picking up her whip she left the dressing-room
and, passing the door of her husband's bedroom where he lay still
sleeping, descended the broad marble staircase of the Residency to the
lofty hall, where an Indian servant in a long red coat hurried to open
the door of the dining-room for her.

Almost at that moment a mile away Raymond, the adjutant of the 180th
Punjaub Infantry, looked at his watch and called out loudly:

"Hurry up, Wargrave; it's four o'clock and the ponies will be round in
ten minutes. And it's a long ride to the Palace."

He was seated at a table on the verandah of the bungalow which he
shared with his brother subaltern in the small military cantonment near
Rohar, the capital of the Native State of Mandha in the west of India.
Dawn had not yet come; and by the light of