Then Bruce relieved the tension by smiling.

He laid his hand on the colonel's shoulder.
"She has lost us; but that will not matter.

Ordinarily I should be wild with anxiety; but to-day Kathlyn may go where she will, and nothing but awe and reverence will follow her.

Besides, she has her revolver." At the same time Kathlyn was fighting vigorously to get free of the mob, Winnie was struggling with Pundita, striving to wrench the dagger from the grief-stricken wife's hand.
"No, no, Pundita!" "Let me go! My lord is dead, and I wish to follow!" As the latter's eyes opened wildly Winnie heard a pounding at the door.
She flung open the door.
"Pundita ?" cried the man.
Winnie caught him by the sleeve and dragged him into the chamber.
"Highness," he cried, "he lives!" And he recounted the startling events of the morning.
"They live!" cried Pundita, and covered her face.
To return to Kathlyn: by and by she was able to slip into a doorway, and the bawling rabble passed on down the narrow street.

The house was deserted, and the hallway and what had been a booth was filled with rubbish.