"Mem-sahib, it is here that we cross the water."
She looked at the rushing stream with dismay. It was not very wide but she saw at once that it was beyond a leap. She fancied that the swirling water in the middle indicated depth.
"Do you mean I must wade?" she asked.
He made a cringing gesture.
"There is another way, most gracious."
She gazed at him blankly.
"Another way?"
Again he bent himself.
"If the mem-sahib will so far trust her servant."
"But—but how?" she asked, somewhat breathlessly. "You don't mean—you can't mean——"