The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1915-05-08
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From the soldiers about came wild
hnzzahs.
Ahmed and Lal Singh, packed away i
in the heart OF the crowd. exchanged
gloomy looks. Once the army was
Umbaflas, they readily understood
what would follow: Umballa would
acclaim himself. and the troops would
back him.
I'VE have q thousand guns and ten
thousand rounds of ammunition" muir
INJURED Lal Singh,
Perhaps We had best prevail upon
RamabGi to strike at once. But wait
The colonel sahib understands. He
knows that if lie signs anything it will
directly prove his death warrant
There is still an obstacle at Umballa's
feet. Listenl"
Sadly Un,balla recounted his adj
venture in full. The daughter Of the
king and his friend. the American hun.
ter. were dead. He.. Umballa, had ar
rived too late.
The colonel, mad with rage. was
about to give Um5alla the lie publicly,
when he saw warning hand uplifted,
and below that hand the face of All
med. Ahmed shook his head. The
colonel's shoulders dropped. In that
sign he read danger.
"They live" said Ahmed. THAT is
enough for the present. Let us begone
to the house of Ramabai."
'The Colonel Sahib is safe for the
time being"
'And will be so long as he refuses
to open the treasury door to Umballa.
There is great deal to smile about,
IIal Singh. Here is treasury. guard
ed by seven leopards, savage as saw
age can be. Only the two keepers
ever dare approach them, and these
keepers refuse to cage the leopards
without formal order from the king
or queen. Superstition forbids Umbal
Ia to make way with the brutes. The
people, your people and mine, La
Singh, believe that these leopards are
sacred, and any who Kills them com
mits sacrilege, and you know what
that amounts to here. So there he
" dodders; too cowardly to fly in the
face of superstition. He must torture
j and humiliate the Colonel Sahib an,
his daughter. All, these white people
! They have heads and hearts of steel
/ know"
y "And Umballa has the heart of
{ fleabitten pariah dog When the tim
comes he will grovel and squirm an
whine"
l. Gle WILL" agreed Ahmed. Ills fee
u are even now itching for the tread
II MILL
: The colonel was taken to one of tn
palace chambers, given tub an
fresh clothing. Outside in the corr
e. doris guards patrolled, and there wer
j, four who watched the window. II
le was king, but well guarded. Wei
IL they had crowned him, but nevt
n should Umballa, through any signatul
" of his, put his hand into the roy
treasury. Besides, this time he ha
1t seen pity and sympathy in the fac'
I'd of many who had looked upon Lis e
n trance to the city. The one ray
Of comfort lay in the knowledge TIL
Is faithful Ahmed lived.
d, He dared not think of Kathlyn.
ly forced his mind to dwell upon his su
m roundings, his own state Of miser
ey Bruce was there, and Bruce was a ms
is of action and resource. He would gi'
ap good account of himself before tho
e bronze devils in the desert made awi
Al, with him. He feared not for Kat
lyns death, only his future. For tn,
ny doubtless had lied to Umballa. TIL
'e. would not kill Kathlyn so long as tn
Ia. believed she was worth a single l
I'm pee.
on Umballa came in, followed by TO
in troops who stationed themselves
he each side of the door,
"Your majesty"
OF "Wait!" Numbered the colonel. ST.
he denly he turned to the troopers. "a
:, your king?"
Eyes, majesty" The four men s
laamed.
''Then l order you to arrest this M
Durga Ram for treason against t
person of your king!"
The troopers stared, dumfoundt
first at the colonel, then at Umballa
Il command it!
Umballa laughed. The troopers
not stir.
Al "Ah," said the colonel. THAT is
MI | desire to know. | am not king.
am merely a prisoner. Therefore tho
l papers which you bring to me cam
lawfully be signed by me-" The CO
Il mel turned his back to Umballa, sous
h the latticed window, and peered for
q There are ways" blazed forth U
balla.
i "Bah You black fool" replied
~ colonel, wheeling. Have | not
81 convinced you that all you can do
s to kill me? Don't waste Jour time
M torturing me. 1t will neither open
lips nor compel mesto take charac
brush in my hand. If my daughter
dead, so be it. At any rate, she is
present beyond your clutches. J
Be overreached yourself. Had you brou
her back it is quite possible | mi
have curropdarpd Rut | am n,