"It grows dark suddenly," he said.
Kathlyn glanced toward the window.
"Why, it"s a baboon!" she exclaimed.
"Jock, Jock!" cried her father excitedly.
The baboon chattered.
"Kit, it"s Jock I used to tell you about. He is tame and follows me about like a dog. Jock, poor Jock!"
"Father, have you a pencil?"
"A pencil?" blankly.
"Yes, yes! I can write a note and attach it to Jock. It"s a chance."
"Good lord! and you"re cool enough to think like that." The colonel went through his pockets feverishly. "Thank G.o.d, here"s an old stub!
But paper?"
Kathlyn tore off a broad blade of gra.s.s from her dress and wrote carefully upon it. If it fell into the hands of the natives they would not understand, If the baboon returned to camp . . . It made her weak to realize how slender the chance was. She took the tabouret and placed it beneath the window and stood upon it.
"Jock, here, Jock!"
The baboon gave her his paws. Deftly she tied the blade of gra.s.s round his neck. Then she struck her hands together violently. The baboon vanished, frightened at this unexpected treatment.
"He is gone."
The colonel did not reply, but began to examine his chains minutely.
"Kit, there"s no getting me out of here without files. If there is any rescue you go and return. Promise."
"I promise."
Then they sat down to wait.
And Ahmed in his search came to the river. Some natives were swimming and sporting in the water. Ahmed put a question. Oh, yes, they had seen the strange-looking ape (for baboons did not habitate this part of the world); he had gone up one of the trees near by. Colonel Hare had always used a peculiar whistle to bring Jock, and Ahmed resorted to this device. Half an hour"s perseverance rewarded him; and then he found the blade of gra.s.s.
"Dungeon window by tree. Kathlyn."
That was sufficient for Ahmed. He turned the baboon over to the care of one of his subordinates and hurried away to Bruce"s camp, only to find that he had gone to the colonel"s. Away went Ahmed again, tireless. He found Bruce pacing the bungalow frontage.
"Ahmed."
"Yes, Sahib. Listen." He told his tale quickly.
"The guards at all the gates have orders to shoot me if they catch me within the walls of the city. I must disguise myself in some way."
"I"ll find you an Arab burnoose, hooded, Sahib, and that will hide you.
It will be dark by the time we reach the city, and we"ll enter by one of the other gates. That will allay suspicion. First we must seek the house of Ramabai. I need money for bribery."
Bruce searched his wallet. It was empty. He had given all he had to the Brahmin.
"You lead, Ahmed. I"m dazed."
In the city few knew anything about Ahmed, not even the keenest of Umballa"s spies. Umballa had his suspicions, but as yet he could prove nothing. To the populace he was a harmless animal trainer who was only too glad not in any way to be implicated with his master. So they let him alone. Day by day he waited for the report from Lal Singh, but so far he had heard nothing except that the British Raj was very busy killing the followers of the Mahdi in the Soudan. It was a subtle inference that for the present all aliens in Allaha must look out for themselves.
"Sahib," he whispered, "I have learned something. Day after day I have been waiting, hoping. Colonel Sahib lives, but where I know not."
"Lives!"
"Ai! In yonder prison where later we go. He lives. That is enough for his servant. He is my father and my mother, and I would die for him and his. Ah! Here is the north gate. Bend your head, Sahib, when we pa.s.s."
They entered the city without mishap. No one questioned them. Indeed, they were but two in a dozen who pa.s.sed in at the same time. They threaded the narrow streets quickly, skirting the glow of many dung fires for fear that Bruce"s leggings might be revealed under his burnoose.
When at length they came to the house of Ramabai they did not seek to enter the front, but chose the gate in the rear of the garden. The moon was up and the garden was almost as light as day.
"Ramabai!" called Bruce in a whisper.
The dreaming man seated at a table came out of his dream with a start.
A servant ran to the gate.
"Who calls?" demanded Ramabai, suspicious, as all conspirators ever are.
"It is I, Bruce," was the reply in English, flinging aside his burnoose.
"Bruce Sahib? Open!" cried Ramabai. "What do you here? Have you found her?"
Ramabai"s wife, Pundita, came from the house. She recognized Bruce immediately.
"The Mem-sahib! Have you found her?"
"Just a moment. Kathlyn Mem-sahib is in one of the palace dungeons.
She must be liberated to-night. We need money to bribe what sentries are about." Bruce went on to relate the incident of the baboon. "This proves that the note was written not more than three hours ago. She will probably be held there till morning. This time we"ll place her far beyond the reach of Umballa."
"Either my money or my life. In a month from now . . ."
"What?" asked Ahmed.
"Ah, I must not tell." Pundita stole close to Ramabai.
Ahmed smiled.
"We have elephants but a little way outside the city. We have pulling chains. Let us be off at once. It is not necessary to enter the city, for this window, Ahmed says, is on the outside. We can easily approach the wall in a roundabout way without being seen. Have you money?"
From his belt Ramabai produced some gold.
"That will be sufficient. To you, then, the bribing. The men, should there be any, will hark to you. Come!" concluded Bruce, impatient to be off.