The Adventures of Kathlyn

Through the tunnel, into the street, into the care of Ahmed and Lal

Singh, then hurriedly to the house of Ramabai. The fact that they had

to proceed to Ramabai's was a severe blow to Bruce and the colonel.

They had expected all to be mounted the instant they came from the

tunnel, a swift unobstructed flight to the gate and freedom. But Ahmed

could not find his elephants. Too late he learned that the mahouts he

had secretly engaged had misunderstood his instructions and had

stationed themselves near the main entrance to the arena!

The cursing and railing against fate is a futile thing, never bearing

fruit: so Ramabai suggested his house till transportation could be

secured. They perfectly understood that they could not remain in the

house more than a few hours; for Umballa would surely send his men

everywhere, and quite possibly first of all to Ramabai's.

Still, Ramabai did not appear very much alarmed. There were secret

stairways in his house that not even Pundita knew; and at a pinch he

had a plan by which he could turn away investigation. Only in the

direst need, though, did he intend to execute this plan. He wanted his

friends out of Allaha without the shedding of any blood.

"Well," said Ahmed, angrily casting aside his disguise; "well, Ramabai,

this is the crisis. Will you strike?"

Lal Singh's wrinkled face lighted up with eagerness.

"We are ready, Ramabai," he said.

"We?" Ramabai paused in his pacing to gaze keenly into the eyes of

this old conspirator.

"Yes, we. For I, Lal Singh, propose to take my stand at your right

hand. I have not been idle. Everywhere your friends are evincing

impatience. Ah, I know. You wish for a bloodless rebellion; but that

can not be, not among our people. You have said that in their zeal

your followers, if they knew, would sweep the poor old king out of your

path. Listen. Shall we put him back on the throne, to perform some

other mad thing like this gift of his throne to the Colonel Sahib?"

Ramabai, watched intently by the two conspirators for the British Raj

and his white friends, paced back and forth, his hands behind his back,

his head bent. He was a Christian; he was not only a Christian, he was

a Hindu, and the shedding of blood was doubly abhorrent to his mind.

"I am being pulled by two horses," he said.

"Act quickly," advised Ahmed; "one way or the other. Umballa will

throw his men round the whole city and there will not be a space large

enough for a rat to crawl through. And he will fight like a rat this

time; mark me."

Ramabai paused suddenly in front of his wife and smiled down at her.