CHAPTER XIII.
LOVE The golden sands, the purple cliffs, the translucent blue of the heavens, and the group of picturesque rascals jabbering and gesticulating and pressing about their chief, made a picture Kathlyn was never to forget.
"Patience, my little ones!" said the chief, showing his white strong teeth in what was more of a snarl than a smile.

"There is plenty of time." Bruce leaned toward Kathlyn.
"Stand perfectly still, just as you are.

I believe I can reach the knot back of your hands.

This squabbling is the very thing needed.
They will not pay any attention to us for a few minutes, and if I can read signs they'll all be at one another's throats shortly." "But even if we get free what can we do ?" Kathlyn was beginning to lose both faith and heart.

The sight of her father being led back to Allaha by Durga Ram, after all the misery to which he had been subjected, shook the courage which had held her up these long happy weeks.