"The same," he answered calmly; "no mortal foot, save those of his priests, has ever yet approached him. The perils are manifold, the attempt is well nigh desperate, but you're not the game chicken I take you for if you don't accomplish his capture and discomfit the haughty Ranee. Crikey, but I'd like to hear the old gal squeal when they tell her her bloomin' hippo's got took. Blime if I wouldn't." "But how shall I set about it, what steps ought I to take?" "Is it steps you mane? What in thunder is the man wanting? Here, boy, take these papers. I have set down in them clearly how the matter may best be undertaken. Peruse them and learn them well. If you have resource, courage and prudence, within a week the prize shall be yours, and the insult offered to me shall be expiated." With that he pressed a bundle of papers into my hand, and bade me leave him. As I left the tent I heard a scuffling of feet. I darted in the direction in which I thought they had gone, and there sure enough, running as if he wanted to break a hundred yards record, I perceived the Ranee's Chamberlain. I set off after him, nothing loth to give an example of my speed. Besides, if the old fellow had overheard us our doom was sealed; it was necessary to capture and silence him. In ten strides I was close up to him. In another moment I was near enough to seize him. I stretched out my hand to do so, when suddenly he gave two short yells, turned round in a swift pirouette, and, before I had realised what had happened, landed me a tremendous kick full on the chest. The force of the blow was terrible, and only my iron bones could have withstood it. Seeing that I still advanced he made at me again. This time, however, I was too quick for him. I seized him by his uplifted ankle, and, regardless of his appeal for mercy, whirled him three times round my head and flung him from me. His shoe remained in my hand, but beyond that no trace of the miserable Chamberlain has ever been discovered. He simply vanished from human knowledge as completely as though his body had been resolved into its elements. It is true that Professor SPOOKS of the University of Caffraria declared that a new meteor had on that very day appeared in South Africa travelling eastwards. His discovery was scoffed at by the scientific, but for my own part I have sometimes thought that, with a telescope of sufficient power, the learned Professor might have been able to establish an identity between his supposed comet and the lost Chamberlain of the Ranee. Having thus dispatched my foe, I returned to my own quarters to study the papers of the MEEBHOY. As I entered my room a terrible sight met my eyes. (_To be continued._) * * * * * The Great Trott-ing Match. [ALBERT TROTT, in the latest representative cricket match between Mr. STODDART'S Eleven and All Australia, scored two "not out" innings of 38 and 72, and took eight wickets for 43 runs.]