"What was that?" asked Ramchundra, looking up in surprise.
"That they ran down the road to the left."
"I did not hear that said."
"Several said it, and many have gone that way to look for them; they will find them while we are here."
"Likely they spoke truth," said Ramchundra, who, however, did not show any disposition to give up the search; "but this is such an inviting place that the Inglese would be sure to take advantage of it, if they had the chance."
"But how could they get the chance? They could only come in by the entrance where the porter would have seen them."
Ramchundra looked at the ruins of the low, flat roofed building in the corner of the compound. He had not noticed the broken wall over which the fugitives passed, but he seemed to suspect they had some way of entering the garden at that point.
Poking the stick in his hand among the shrubbery, Ramchundra resumed his search, gradually drawing near Dr. Avery, who stood grimly watching him revolver in hand. Ali Khan had edged over toward the mango, so that he stood between his companion and the fugitives.
Suddenly Ramchundra stopped poking with his stick, straightened up, and started toward Ali. The latter had his eye on him, and at once advanced so as to meet him, thus checking his approach a moment before it would be fatal.
"Have you searched behind you?" asked Ramchundra, peering around and over the shoulder of Ali.