Part 16 (2/2)

”He squats there”

The Mohammedan stopped and touched the old mahout on the shoulder

”Call off this sale, and erly felt of the speaker's cotton garb ”Ah! 'My old?

Bid,” satirically

”Two thousand rupees!” shouted the professional seller

”I have no gold, but ive 10,000 rupees for yonder one, thou beggar!”

And the old lish, ”do not look toward me, or all will be lost I am Ali, Bruce Sahib's chief o to inform Ahmed Bruce Sahib has not returned”

Kathlyn, when she heard that voice, shut her eyes

U about this half veiled slave that stirred his recollection Where had he seen that graceful poise? The clearness of the skin, though dark; the roundness of the throat and arms

”Three thousand rupees!”

The old ether Three thousand rupees, a rajah's ransoilded palanquin, and his children should wear shoes Three thousand rupees! He folded his arently to and fro

”Five thousand rupees!” said Umballa, impelled by he knew not what to make this bid

A ripple of surprise ran over the crowd The regent, the powerful Durga Ra in person for his zenana

Kathlyn's nerves tingled with life again, and the sudden bounding of her heart stifled her Unize her

The hted He was indeed fortunate He salaah-caste who had bid 3,000 rupees salaahness, she is yours,” he said ”I can not bid against ent”

It was the custom to mark a purchased slave with the caste of her purchaser U her, waved her aside toward the Brahmin caste le Her blue eyes pierced the curious brown ones

”The sahib at the river,” she whispered in broken Hindustani ”Many rupees Bring hia Ram” This in case Ali failed

The Brahmin's eyes twinkled Her Hindustani was execrable, but ”sahib”

and ”river” were plain to his understanding There was but one sahib by the river, and he was the white hunter who had rescued the vanished queen from the ordeals He nodded aliving the haughty upstart a Thuggee's twist

He spoke to his neighbor quietly, assigned to him his bowls and brushes, rose, and made off