Good night." Dick was sure that he and Surajah would both be at liberty next day, for Tippoo had that morning started for Bangalore, where a large number of men were at work, repairing the fortifications and removing all signs of the British occupation from the fort and palace.

He was likely to be away for at least a fortnight.

As soon as Ibrahim had swept the room, after their early breakfast, Dick gave him a number of small commissions to be executed in the town, and told him that he should not require him again until it was time to bring up their meal from the kitchen.

Then he and Surajah, by turns, watched at the door.
An hour later Surajah, who was upon the watch, said: "The girl is coming." There was no one else in sight, and when Surajah beckoned to her, she hurried on, and, passing through the curtains at the door, entered the room.

It had been arranged that Surajah should remain on watch, so that should, by any chance, one of the officials of their acquaintance come along, he might go out and talk with him in the corridor, and, on some excuse or other, prevent his entering the room, if he showed any intention of doing so.
"Now, in the first place," Dick said, as he led the girl to the divan and seated her there, "what is your name ?" "My name is Goorla." "No; I mean your proper name ?" "My name used to be Annie--Annie Mansfield, Bahador." "And my name is Dick Holland," he said, in English.
She gave a start of surprise.
"Yes, Annie, I am a countryman of yours." She looked at him almost incredulously, and then an expression of aversion succeeded that of confidence in her face.