Told in the East

massacre. The bazaars run criss-crosswise; any way at all save parallel, and anyhow but straight. Between them lies always

no designer, no architect, no builder has neglected to provide a means of secret ingress, and still more secret egress, to each new house. And

broader roads-so that a canno

t, tight-packed in a roaring babel-din of many-colored markets, stood a stone-walled palace, built once by a Hindu king to commemorate a victory over Moslems, added to

nd swept the many-graded, many-minded polyglot rebellion-spume. A quarter of a million underdogs had turned against their masters. A hundred factions and as many more religions

nd the unspent pay of "John Company" still jingling in their pockets, danced weird, wild devil-dances through the streets, clearing their way, when they saw fit, with cold steel or wanton volleys. Women screamed.

ar-drums. The whole sky glowed red. The Indian night was scorched and smoked and lit by arson. Hell screamed with the cooking of red mutiny, and th

his goods were tossed for and distributed among a company. But his mark lay indelibly impressed upon the town. There were three European women

in him. That had been bad art-sheer playing to the gallery! Juggut Khan had run him through and tried to l

nine other men behind him where his lance was left, and each of them lay f

city gate for him, there was a trail that did honor to the man who taught him swordsmanship. One man lay headless, and another's h

ix had been slain in brawls and looting forays. And Juggut Khan was never known to discuss the matter. But the fact remains tha

things to eat. They lay there in all but furnace-heat, close-huddled in the darkness, and they shuddered and sobbed and blessed Juggut Khan alternately. Below them the whispering echoes sighed mysteriously through a maze of tunnels. Around them, and around their sack of food, the rats scampered. Above them, where a ten-ton stone trapdoor la

men had seen their husbands slain that afternoon, before their eyes. They were mother and daughter and g

nowhere that beat Bill. Bill wouldn't ha' left us! Bill'd ha' took us out o' here, an' saved our l

icable, ridiculous, unenlightened. It was a hardship to them, to be endured with dignity and patience, but none the less a hardship, that they should be left and should have to die with this woman of the Ranks Below to keep them company. She was an honest woman, or they wou

Leslie, "the rest of us might have a chance to pray to God too! This isn't the time, let me tell yo

the only clue to her direction. But her bridling was a thing that could be felt through the stuffy

Go on! Pray! If Bill was here, he'd start on that stone door without no words nor argument, unless some one tried to stop him. The

, and can't get here. So the best thing th

oesn't know I'm here. But if he knew-Oh, God! Let him know! Tell him! He'd come so quick. He'd