"Yes, it's an arsenal too. There'd be a big smash in Aurungpore if it was to blow up," said Ted, who little thought of the influence that forbidding fortress would exert upon his career. "It has half-ruined the town already by its ugliness," Spencer mused. "That mosque on the left is a little gem, and that dome is perfect, but the arsenal spoils them as completely as a factory chimney spoils a view at home. The Moslems beat us at architecture." "I think I must be turning back now," Ted presently observed, "I have plenty to do before parade." They came to a halt and awaited the arrival of the others. The lovers parted, Ted shook hands with Jim and Spencer, and nodded in response to his brother's parting injunction to take care of Ethel. Miss Woodburn stayed, waving her handkerchief, until a bend of the road hid her betrothed from view. Joining Ted, she touched her bay lightly with the whip, and they trotted home without exchanging a word. CHAPTER IV The Fanatics In spite of our hero's recent disgust he had quickly become reconciled to the sweet girl who was to be his brother's wife. There was no resisting her charms. He found her as full of fun and as fond of adventure as any boy could wish, and he soon grew very anxious to win her good opinion, even attempting to show off occasionally for her benefit. Ethel had become no less attached to the honest, healthy-minded, plucky lad, and wrote warningly to Jim that she had fallen desperately in love with his jolly young brother. A few weeks had elapsed since Captain Russell's departure, when something happened to attach them still more closely. One beautiful winter day Ethel asked the ensign if he would care to stroll through the native _bazar_ with her, and the lad willingly complied. Not being of a very curious disposition, he had hitherto neglected this quarter of the town, and had spent most of his leisure time riding and shooting in the country beyond. But on this occasion the girl was able to make the visit much more interesting than he had anticipated. She knew the people and more than one of the many dialects fairly well, and she pointed out to her companion the men of various nationalities and religions who swarmed in the narrow streets. He noticed with amazement the difference between the strong fighting men of the North-west--the sturdy Jat and stalwart Pathan--and the fat, mild, shrinking Babu from Bengal, or the slender and weaker Hindu from the South.