"Yes! but," said Leonie, as she turned her face as bidden and closed her eyes with a sigh of great content, "but—but how did we escape?"
"You were saved, dear!"
"Saved!—from what? By whom?"
She tried to turn her head, but he held it pressed close against his heart.
"From death—dear heart!"
"And by whom—tell me—Jan—by whom?"
Jan Cuxson paused a moment as he looked across towards the still figure of Madhu Krishnaghar stretched peacefully upon the ground.
"By the whitest man that has ever lived, dear!—by him!"
And he turned without another word and strode through the temple and out of the gates to the narrow way which led to safety. And where the trees met in an arch above his head he stopped and looked back, and Leonie, turning her face, passed her hand wonderingly over the tousled masses of her hair and the silken drapery about her body.
"Where are we going to? Where are you taking me?"