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THE RAJAH'S FORTRESS. 287 me before. His hatred of the English is fearful. He is a monomaniac on that subject; and now that he has us in his clutches the world would not buy his revenge. Don’t lean on false hopes. We are all doomed. Even now the black flag waves from the fortress.’’ A moment’s silence, during which every face paled, and then Guy said, huskily: ‘fT would like to know what Dalo does here. There is a deep mystery connected with that Hin- doo. It began with poor Hassam’s murder at Man- dalay. Then came the murderous attack on Forbes, and here, when we reach the fortress, we find him, arrived before us.’’ ‘*And the resemblance,’’ added Forbes. ‘‘He and Nana Sahib are much alike.’’ ‘‘Nana Sahib is older,’’ said Guy, thoughtfully. ‘* He must be sixty years old at least. Dalo is much younger. But the strange part lies in the fact that all the time he was with me he never went near Burma——”’ 7 “¢ Did he never receive any letters?’’ interrupted oyd. ‘*Yes,’’ replied Guy. ‘‘I recollect now he did. Letters came at intervals, some postmarked Ran- goon, others Chittagong.’’ ‘* Listen! here comes some one,’’ broke in Carew, and the conversation ceased. The door opened to admit two guards, who silent- ly placed a platter of cakes on the floor and a jug of water. Then singling out Jung Hadar, they beck- oned him to follow them. The Hindoo hesitated a moment. He knew only too well what that summons meant. His face never changed its calm, passive expression. He turned to Guy and silently held out his hand. Guy grasped it warmly while the tears rushed to his eyes. A deep COLUM 1OOO SS co