Not his voice only. It was a little feeble laugh that came at that moment from the door of the hut, for Kit, who was a proficient in children's and bearers' Hindoostani, and Bâl Narîn were already on the best of terms. 'Do you hear?' said Tom. 'Do you hear him, Grace?' 'Thank you,' she whispered. Then her eyelids lifted, and her sweet eyes, deep with the passion of pain and horror that, so long as she lived, would haunt her, rested upon his. 'You are our Tom,' she said. 'I am Tom. Your Tom----' 'I have something to tell you. It is very strange--very horrible. I don't quite understand it myself. Sometimes I think it is a dream; but, if it were----' 'Dearest, you must tell me nothing now. See! You are exhausted. You have suffered so much. And we are here now, Billy and I, to look after your little Kit and you. Let me give you some of this cordial--it is better than food--and then go to sleep and I will watch over you, and in the morning, which is very near, dearest Grace, Billy and I will carry you through the jungle to our camp.' She did as he begged her. She was as weak as a little child, and the feeling of security, absent from her for so many long days and nights, was of itself enough to make her drowsy. But before she settled herself to sleep, she opened her eyes once more. 'Rungya is in there,' she whispered. 'He died for Kit and me. You won't let the wild birds have him?' 'No; Bâl Narîn shall watch.' 'He killed two of the birds,' said Grace. 'They were watching for us. I could not keep them away.' And then her eyelids fell, and she slept peacefully until the morning. * * * * * Kit slept, too. He was in Bâl Narîn's arms, just as he had thrown himself when he had eaten biscuit and tinned meat and drunk a glass of cordial. The guide had, in the meantime, lighted a large fire, which blazed and crackled, keeping effectually all the wild things away. As he held the little one, and fed the fire with dried grass and sticks, he and Tom were holding a council of war. Which would be the best plan--to carry Grace and Kit between them to the spot where they had left the men and waggons, or for Bâl Narîn to rush thither at once and bring assistance? Billy was for the latter alternative. He would take an hour to go, and an hour to come back. By the time the sun was well up they could start together. But Tom, who, since the adventure of the previous evening, which might have had so terrible a termination for himself, clung to his Ghoorka guide as to a sheet-anchor of strength and hope, was of a contrary opinion. 'Let us keep together, Billy,' he said. 'To-night we have both escaped from almost certain death, and how can we expect to escape a third time?' 'But, Sahib, consider----' 'I have considered. If there were ten bearers I should carry her myself. And you, if you will, shall help me. How if we contrived a litter----?' 'Out of our garments and those of the holy man,' said Bâl Narîn.