“‘On, Rhadda, on,’ I cried, ‘and mount, José. I will follow.’
“Next moment, with sabres flashing in the starlight, two horsemen swept round the corner.
“My revolver broke the silence. Two men rolled to the ground, two riderless horses dashed away into the night and the darkness.
“Next minute we were mounted and off.
“We never drew bridle till we reached the house of the consul, and there we had protection and freedom.
“Rhadda had his ten thousand rupees, and was seen safely on board a passenger steamer. I believe he is in England at this present moment.”
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There is little more to tell the reader.
After the long delightful cruise down the Mediterranean, the Zingara and her people returned, and a right hearty welcome they all received from the good people of Fisherton.