To him it mattered not how.

The chief, weary of his vigil, agreed readily enough, and Umballa turned over the silver.
"The guru, my Kit! You see?
This is the end.

Well, I am tired.

A filigree basket of gems!" "So!" said Umballa, smiling at Kathlyn.

"You and your lover shall indeed be wed--by the striped one! A sad tale I shall take back with me.