The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1914-02-25
Copyright: 1914: BY Harold MacGrath.1
CHAPTER V.
THE TEMPLE OF THE LION.

THE TEMPLE OF THE LION.
ALL BRUCE dropped down into the arena to Kath.
Vns side ne had never given a thought to the DOS.
H saphlty OF the key not being the right one.
TTapped-and Ahmed but a few yards away with
p Eensna gharri' ready to convey them to the camp. freq.
nomt Ii took the heart out OF him for a moment. The
confusion all about, the pail of dust, the roaring of the
frightened lions which had escaped destruction, the sbriIl
cries OF the panic stricken populace, who now looked
hpon the white Memsahib as the daughter Of Shaitar.
ehess dulled his inventive faculties for the nonce. Here
NTRs the confusion, properly planned, and he could not
make use Of it. Possibly, when no further explosion
shook the air, the mob and the soldiers would return out
Df curiosity. And then good-by!
But the sight Of q lion emerging from the murk, the
WRONG side Of the crevasse, reused him thoroughly.
"Esve yourself!'' said Kathlyn in despair; " there is NO
pOssble way Of saving me. I have never in all my life
injured any one, and yet God makes me go through all
this. = 9 . I am mad, you are, the whole world isl
.ss RunP'
Bruce laughed; it was that kind Of: laughter with
which men enter battle. He drew Lal Singh's revolvers
and thrust one into her hand. :.s%
Shoot &c the keyhole. Leave the lion to me. With
Ghs pandenonium no one will note the shots, or il they
10, will think that more explosions are on the way. I'll
pet you out Of this nightmare; that's what j. was born
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"Nightnnareg' r~ "
HThepe. ncwy'-as Kathlyn leaned dizzily against one
pe the supports ~ss III. -
aI've gone through a good deal" she said. Without
more ado she pressed the muzzle Of the revolver into the
keyhole and Aired. She heard a shot behind her, another
and another, bht she kept on firing into and about the
keyhole until the revolver was empty.
"A arm hand drew her aside.
Gone to sleep. Let me have a whack at that door,"
where's Ramabai7'
&Went back over the wall. Probably to >7arn Ahmed;
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Gath In me"
Sand, O.! 50 have I, SO have I~
Bruce bore his weight savagely against the door-once,
twice, thrice+aud pitched forward on his knees, outside.
Ee was up instantly. He caught Kathlyn by the hand
and hurried her along; and all she could think OF was
Winnie romping toward the ~canopied studio, her father
half asleep on, the veranda, and the leopard cat sprawled
ON the divan!
s.sahibl Husoorl' a voice called. This wayr'
rAhuedg Ahmedg' cried Kathlyn.
asYes, heaven born; but hurry, hurry Umballah will
seturn to search as soon as he can get the better Of his
legs. silva take that battery that was worn outl Henv-
en born, ybbus are now q queen in fact.
@I want 70 80 home, Ahmed, honeg' 5#
Tho gharri. Here. sahiby' He held ont .
handful oN cartridges toward Bruce. "These At Lal
Gingh's pistoIs. Hurry, hurry|
Bruce helped Kathlyn into the vehicle and jumped in
beside her and Ahmed struck the horse. The gharri
was a rIekety old contrivance, every hinge creaking like
some Lost soul; but Ahmed had reasoned that the more
d~iIspidated the vehicle the less conspicuous it would be.
NE urged the horse. He wanted the flying mob to think
that bs was flying, toe, which, indeed, he was. The
gharris rolled and careened like a dory in q sauall. A
dozen times Bruce and Kathlyn we're flung together, and
quite unconsciously she caught hold of his lean, strong
brown hand. II would not be true to say that be was
unconscious OF the act.
Presently they entered the paved streets Of the Aba.
aaars. and the going improved. Kafhlyn leaned hack.