A crashing in the clump of hill bamboos at their feet attracted their attention; and with a smile he pointed down to the great elephant with the single tusk who was dragging down the feathery plumes with his curving trunk.
But Noreen looked up at Dermot again and said:
"I love you more than even Badshah does."
And their lips met.
THE END
A Selection from the Catalogue of
G.P. PUTNAM'S SONS
Complete Catalogues sent on application