THE WHITE GODDESS The painted dancing girl in the house where Umballa had taken temporary refuge began to gather her trinkets, her amber and turquoise necklaces, bracelets and anklets.

These she placed in a brass enameled box and tucked it under her arm.

Next she shook the sodden Umballa by the sleeve.
"Come!" she cried.
"I would sleep," he muttered.
She seized a bowl containing some flowers and cast the contents into his face.

"Fire, fire and death!" she shrilled at him.
The douche brought the man out of his stupor.
"Fire ?" he repeated.
"Come!" This time he followed her docilely, wiping his face on his sleeve.
They heard a great shouting in the street, but did not tarry to learn what had caused it.
One of Umballa's bearers, upon realizing what his master had done, had run down the street for aid.

He had had two objects in view--to save the white goddess and to buy his freedom.
A few hundred yards away, in another street, the colonel, Bruce and Ahmed were dragging a net for the purpose of laying it for a lion at bay in a blind alley.