The spokesman of the mob, having made known to them the decision of the nawab, singled out his assistants by name, and the search began.
CHAPTER IX.
"THE INGLESE LOGE!"
A few minutes later, the latter, standing under the mango tree, saw the dark figures fall apart and gradually draw near them. One tall, sinewy native, carrying a scimeter in his hand, as if led by fate itself, came straight toward the large mango, walking slowly with his serpent eyes darting keen glances in every direction.
Nearer and nearer he advanced, until within three paces, when he stopped. He had discovered the fugitives.
As he stood, the moonlight fell upon his bronzed countenance, and Marian recognized him as Ali Khan, their Mohammedan servant, who had left their house two days before to look after his sick wife.
"Ali," whispered Marian, "it is the Miss sahib, daughter of the missionary. Won't you save me?"
Dr. Avery believed the appeal useless, for the presence of this servant among the murderers proved that he was in sympathy with them; but, as is often the case, the impulse of the woman was superior to the reason of the man.
The native recognized the speaker and raised his hand.
"Chup!" (Be silent) he whispered, turning away and moving in another direction.