"They not only thought of it but they nearly succeeded in carrying out their design. Ananda left Mrs. Hulver's room in the afternoon, she having made sure that the boys were tired of waiting and had dispersed. At her advice he did not take the direct road home, but went round by a path not often used. Near his house he was obliged to walk along the road and as bad luck would have it, he met two of my boys—men they might more properly be called. They rushed at him with their sticks. He sprinted for home and escaped with a cut or two over the head."
"Of course he will prosecute the boys for assault," said Eola.
"He would do so if this were British territory; but being a native state, he, as a Christian, has no civil rights, no standing in a court of law. He can gain no redress; he hasn't even the power to bind them over to keep the peace."
"Have you written to Mr. Alderbury?"
"I wrote yesterday morning, and I have just had his reply by wire. He wants me to send Ananda to him at once. He has an opening for him and can find him employment before long. Meanwhile he will be glad to have him as his guest at the mission bungalow."
"You must see Ananda and tell him so; it will be a little consolation for the poor fellow, perhaps."
"There's just my difficulty," replied Wenaston in perplexity. "It isn't safe for him to show his face outside his father's premises."
"They are not ill-treating him inside the house, I hope," said Eola, with sudden anxiety.
"Nothing beyond humiliating him as much as possible by giving him the services of a sweeper, and cutting off the supplies of food. If it goes no further I don't think any bodily harm can happen to him as long as he stays at home."
"Mr. Alderbury must come and advise him."