"By Jove!" exclaimed Jack, "that explains something that the palanquin
bearer said to me about there being so many Inglese where there are
none to-day. I could not catch his meaning, though he mentioned
Meerut. But he gave me to understand that it was not quite time yet
for the uprising, which would come in a few weeks."

"Those things are apt to be precipitated. I have no doubt that the
mutineers burned the city last night. If so, the main body will hurry
to Delhi, which, being the ancient capital of the Mogul Empire, will
become the new one. Some of the rebels may take it into their heads to
come in this direction. What is the matter, Dr. Everson?"




CHAPTER III.

YANKEE MARKSMANSHIP.

As Jack Everson was seated he faced the broad, sluggish Ganges, with
the low, green banks beyond. He was looking over the water, in the
rays of the declining sun, when he saw something that caused him to
rise hastily from his seat and peer earnestly across the river toward
the opposite shore. Observing his action, the doctor asked his
question. Both he and his daughter, rising to their feet, gazed in the
same direction. It was easy to see what had attracted the attention of
their guest. A party of horsemen, fully twenty, if not more, in
number, had approached the river and were now halted on the other side,
looking across in the direction of Dr. Marlowe's home, as if debating