Luchman was walking a short distance in advance, every one silent and alert, when the guide, whose action was much like that of an American Indian, stood motionless a moment, then stepped softly forward, craned his neck and lifted his hand, as a signal for those behind him to stand still.
They instantly obeyed, wondering what it all meant, when Luchman suddenly whirled aid ran toward them.
"The Ghoojurs! The Ghoojurs!" he exclaimed; "make ready for a fight!"
CHAPTER XV.
THE STAR OF INDIA.
"Back with you into the grove!" added the guide, showing more excitement than at any time since leaving Delhi.
His first command was for the fugitives to make ready to fight, and Dr. Avery and the missionary drew their revolvers and placed themselves in front of the ladies.
Now when he changed his order, they were equally quick to obey, their promptness increased by the sound of the hoofs of galloping horses.
"Quick!" repeated the missionary to his wife and daughter, shoving them before him into the deep shade among the trees, while Avery came last, the native remaining in the path to confront the Ghoojurs.
The latter came in sight an instant later. They were Thug-like looking wretches, whom any man would dread to meet on a lonely road. There were six, all well mounted on small tough ponies, and armed with knives, pistols and guns, two of the latter being in plain view.