CHAPTER XXIII.
HARDLY WON.
Unfortunately, the Major Sahib, not knowing all the circumstances of the case, did not look at things quite in the same light as Rahah, and Georgia was not left long in doubt as to his view of the matter. Betaking herself to the terrace outside her room at the hour when she usually carried on her heliographic communications with Fitz, she was surprised to find that the conversation was opened by a complicated series of flashes in such rapid succession that she could not read them off.
“It can’t be Mr Anstruther,” she said to herself; “he never begins in that way. Can it be Dick who is doing it? It looks like some kind of private signal—or it might be ‘Attention!’ flashed very fast. Oh, here is the message!”
But the perplexity on her face only became deeper when she had written down the words, for their tone was not of the pleasantest.
“Get your things ready at once. I am coming to fetch you.
Dick.”
Was the victory to be snatched away when it was so nearly within her grasp? Georgia set her teeth hard as she flashed back—
“Cannot possibly leave to-night. Come for me in the morning.
Georgia.”
The answer arrived quickly.