asked for her.

"I have changed my mind," he said, calling Rosemary into the long, low
living-room. It was darkened to exclude the hot wind and the glare,
and he looked like a ghost as he rose to meet her. "I have decided
that my duty is to get away from this place for your sake and for the
sake of the cause I have at heart. We are doing no good here. I can
do most by going to the Resident, or even to somebody higher up than
he, and laying my case before him personally. Send for Joanna, and
tell her to go and bring Mahommed Gunga's man."

It was then that they missed Joanna and began to search for her. But
no Joanna came. It was then that Rosemary McClean rehearsed with her
father her former conversation with Mahommed Gunga and part, at least,
of her recent one with Ali Partab, and the missionary started off
himself to find the horseman whom Mahommed Gunga had so thoughtfully
left behind.

But he very naturally found no Ali Partab. What he did discover was
that he was followed--that a guard, unarmed but obvious, was placed
around the mission house--that his servants deserted one by one--
that no more children came to the mission school.

He decided to take chances and ride off with his daughter in the night.
But the ponies went mysteriously lame, and nobody would lend or sell
him horses on any terms at all. He did his best to get a letter
through to anywhere where there were British, but nobody would take it.
And then Jaimihr came, swaggering with his escort, to offer him and
his daughter the hospitality of his palace.