But Heideck was scarcely less moved than the other, and pressed the brown hand of his faithful servant warmly. “These lunatics did not kill you after all then? But I saw you felled to the ground by their blows.” Morar Gopal grinned cunningly. “I threw myself down as soon as I saw that further resistance was useless. And, because I was bleeding from a wound in the head, they thought, I suppose, that they had finished me. Directly afterwards the Cossacks came, and in front of their horses, which would otherwise have trampled upon me, I quickly scrambled to my feet.” “You have great presence of mind! But where did you get this fine suit of clothes?” “I ran back to the hotel--through the back door, where the smoke was not so stifling--because I thought that sahib would perhaps have taken refuge there. I did not find sahib, but I found these clothes, and thought it better to put them on than to leave them to burn.” “Quite right, my brave fellow! you will hardly be brought up for this little theft.” “I looked for sahib everywhere, where English prisoners are; and when I came to Anar Kali just at the moment that Mrs. Irwin was being driven away in a carriage, I knew that I was at length on the track of my master.” Heideck violently clutched his arm. “You saw it? and you know, too, who it was that took her away?” “Yes, sir, it was Siwalik, the Master of the Horse to Prince Tasatat; and the lady is now with him on the road to Simla.” “Simla! How do you know that?” “I was near enough to hear every word that the Indians spoke, and they said that they were going to Simla.” “And Mrs. Irwin? She didn’t resist? She didn’t cry for help? She allowed herself to be carried off quietly?” “The lady was very proud. She did not say a word.” An orderly officer stepped into the tent and brought the Prince an order to appear at once before the Commander-in-Chief. “Do you know what about?” asked the Colonel. “As far as I know, it concerns a report of Captain Obrutschev, who commanded the file of men told off for the execution. He reported that the Colonel had carried away a spy who was to be shot by order of the court-martial.” Heideck was in consternation. “Your act of grace is, after all, likely to land you in serious difficulties,” he said. “But, as I need now no longer conceal my quality as German officer, I can, in case the field telegraph is working, be able to establish my identity by inquiry at the General Staff of the German Army.” “Certainly! and I entreat you not to be uneasy on my account; I shall soon justify the action I have taken.” He disappeared in company of the orderly officer; and Heideck the while plied the brave Morar Gopal afresh with questions as to the circumstances connected with Edith’s kidnapping.