She called, waving her hands.
"It is Kathlyn!" cried Bruce.
"Kit!" shouted the colonel, who shared the howdah with Bruce.

"Kit, hang on for a moment longer! Ahmed, to the wall!" The colonel and Ramabai had left the zenana by one of the windows overlooking the passage which ran past the garden of brides.

They had had no trouble whatever in reaching the elephants.

But the subsequent waiting for Kathlyn had keyed them all up to the breaking point.

The pity of it was, they dared not stir, dared not start in search of her.
Had it been leopards only, Bruce would have made short work of it; but it would have been rank folly to have gone in search of the girl.