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The painted dancing girl in the house where Uather 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," hesome flowers and cast the contents into

his face "Fire, fire and death!" she shrilled at hiht the man out of his stupor

"Fire?" he repeated

"Co 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 U 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

Ah it for a lion at

bay in a blind alley Into their presence rushed the wild-eyed bearer

"Save the white goddess!" he cried

Bruce seized hioddess, Sahib! She is on the roof of a burning house