I. The Maid of Jhalnagor. Told by the Rajput Chief
II. The Hollow Column. Told by the Tax-Collector
III. What the Stars ordained. Told by the Astrologer
IV. The Spirit Wail. Told by the Merchant
V. The Blue Diamonds. Told by the Fakir
VI. The Tiger of the Pathans. Told by the Afghan General
VII. Her Mother Love. Told by the Physician
VIII. The Sacred Pickaxe. Told by the Magistrate
red twelve, this without counting the three mahouts, lithe and active men, and brave as any one of us. The neck of the gorge was narrow, and for a hundred yards on either side there were steep precipices down which rocks could be tumbled on fleeing men. By a goat path over the hillside the fort could be reached by one sure of foot and knowing the way. Such a lad was of our party, a cousin of my own, who could race with the deer.
"In a few minutes he had girded his loins and was on his mission, disappearing over the crest of the almost perpendicular crag up which he had clambered. He was to warn the garrison, turn out every man and boy fully armed, and bid them to sweep down on the ambushed robbers. The mothers and the maidens would hold the fort. No other garrison, when once on the alert, was needed for such an enemy."
Again the Rajput smiled proudly, but the silence of intent listening was unbroken, and he continued:
"The firing of a matchlock was to be our signal that my men held the up