Suddenly his manner changed. The leer on his face was replaced by an ugly snarl of determination. He uttered a few words in his own language, and I felt myself seized from behind. Oomlag’s ochre face came close to mine. “Goodbye, earth creature. You go out the way you came!” Again I felt myself blindfolded and gagged, rapidly losing consciousness under the influence of the sweetish drug . . . The rest can be told in a few words. I regained consciousness not far from the camp-site. The sun was high in the heavens. I staggered to where I had seen the rock camouflage. It was not there--absolutely no sign of any disturbance, nothing but ordinary flat ground. Something made me think of the note I had received from the dark-haired girl. I found it where I had stuffed it in my pocket. In a hasty scrawl she had written, in charcoal, now scarcely legible: “India is safe.” The sun was setting when Olin appeared with a posse in search of me. I trumped up an explanation of how I had been restless, had gone for a ride in the moonlight, had been thrown from the horse . . . what else could I do? It was as Oomlag had said. Now, in India, I write these lines. The girl must have thought I had a chance to get free. My friends, for God’s sake do not regard me as a second Jack Pansay with his phantom “rickshaw.”* Olin knows I disappeared--and I know what happened. If I am not spared to read this document myself, for the sake of those who _will_ believe, give it circulation. How wise was Shakespeare when he had Hamlet say: “There are more things in Heaven and earth . . .” I can say no more. THE END * The reference is to one of Rudyard Kipling’s early stories called “The Phantom Rickshaw.” [Transcriber’s Note. This is a replica of a promotional booklet sent out by _Amazing Stories_ magaine to readers in 1928. The only way to get the story was to fill out the form on the advertisement shown below. The advertisement for _Vanguard of Venus_ appeared on page 557 of Amazing Stories in September 1928.]