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"I will make them well," said the woman, taking a little woven gra.s.s bag from her sarong, and drawing therefrom a small bra.s.s phial and a steel implement, whose use Helen did not then comprehend.

The woman spoke to her then in an imperative tone, stepped forward, and, taking her arm, tried to force her into a sitting posture; but with a cry of anger Helen thrust her back and ran to the door, dragging aside the curtain, and trying to pa.s.s through.

The effort was vain, and uttering some sharp angry commands, the woman advanced to her once more, speaking rapidly in her own tongue, and before Helen could avoid her rapid action, she found herself pinioned by the wrists.

What followed was, as Helen afterwards recalled it, one frantic struggle against superior power. She remembered crying loudly for help, being held back upon the matting, and suffering intense pain, as her tormentors held her lips apart, some of them scolding virulently, others laughing and ridiculing her; and then a feeling of exhaustion came on, and nature could do no more than beneficently bring upon her complete ignorance of the indignity to which she, an English lady, was forced to submit, by steeping her senses in a profound swoon, leaving her at the mercy of Murad's slaves.

VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.



DOCTOR BOLTER MAKES PLANS.

"I don't think I can do any good if I stay here," said Doctor Bolter to himself. "I've done everything I could think of, and I am ready to own that it is very terrible; but a month has gone by now, and a doctor who is so used to facing death and seeing people die does not--cannot feel it as others do.

"That is, of course, when a man--his brother-in-law--is dead; but I don't even know that poor Arthur Rosebury is dead, and as we say, while there's life there's hope.

"Humph! How stupid of me! I don't know that there is life, so how can there be hope?"

Doctor Bolter was on his way back home after a professional round amongst his patients. His eyes were fixed upon the ground, and every now and then, as he walked slowly on in the heat, he paused to examine some fly or ant that crossed his path, or settled upon the bamboo railings of a garden.

"Good morning, doctor," said a pleasant voice, that made him start from the contemplation of a spider to a far more agreeable sight--that of the face of Grey Stuart, who looked up at him in a weary, appealing way.

"Ah, my little rosebud," he said, smiling. "Tut! I had forgotten. Why Grey, my child, you don't look well. Hah! this won't do," he continued, letting his fingers slip from her hand to her wrist. "Bit feverish, my dear. Grey, my child, you're fretting about Helen Perowne."

"It is so terrible, this suspense, doctor," she said, pleadingly.

"Yes, my dear, it is very terrible; but keep that sunshade up; the sun is very powerful this morning."

Grey raised her creamy-white sunshade that she had allowed to hang by her side, and as the doctor finished counting the throbs of her pulse, he drew her hand through his arm, patted it into position and then walked slowly on by her side.

"Nature says, my dear, that we must not fret and worry ourselves, because if we do we shall be ill."

"Oh, yes, doctor," sighed Grey, with a pitiful look in her soft eyes, "but this pa.s.sing away of day after day is dreadful. What are we to do?"

"Wait, my dear, wait."

"Wait!" cried Grey, whose eyes flashed for a moment. "Oh, if I were a man, I think I would find some means of discovering what has become of our friends."

"Well, my little maiden, you are not a man, and are not likely to be,"

said the doctor, smiling; "but no doubt your advice may be good, though your action might be weak. Now, then, tell me--what would you do if you were a man?"

"I would send out parties to search," cried Grey, indignantly. "Who knows where our poor friends may be!"

"Ah, who knows, my dear inconsiderate little friend?" said the doctor, quietly. "Now, don't you know that for nearly a month past Harley has had, not parties, but single men--natives--out in search of information about our friends?"

"No," said Grey, "I did not know that."

"No, you did not know that, my dear, but he has, and without the slightest success, although he has promised a heavy reward for any valuable information."

"It is very good of Mr Harley, and I beg his pardon," sighed Grey.

"And I take upon myself to say that the pardon is granted," said the doctor. "And now, my dear, I suppose you think that this is not enough, but that we--I mean Harley--ought to send out soldiers?"

"Yes, I have thought so," said Grey, hesitatingly.

"Hah! yes, I suppose so; but it has never occurred to you, my dear, I daresay, that in this jungle-covered country, where the rivers are the only roads, the pa.s.sage of soldiers, with the stores they require, is a terribly difficult affair."

"I fear it would be," said Grey; "but the case is so urgent, doctor."

"Terribly urgent, my dear; but like some of the urgent cases with which I have to deal, I have to do all I can, and then leave the rest to nature. Let us hope, my dear, that nature will work a cure for us here, and that one of these days they will all turn up again alive and well."

"Oh, doctor, do you think so?" cried Grey, who was ready to cling to the slightest straw of promise.

"I don't say that I think so," he replied, "I say I hope so."

Grey sighed.

"There, there, there, I forbid it," said the doctor, with a.s.sumed anger.

"We cannot have you fretting yourself ill, my dear, for we want your help. My little wife could not get on at all without you to cheer and comfort her; and I believe if it were not for you poor Perowne would go distraught. Then there's your father, who looks upon you as the one object of his life; and lastly, there's your doctor."

"You, dear Doctor Bolter," said Grey, smiling in his face.

"Yes; that is the person I mean, my dear. Do you want to disgrace him?"

"Disgrace you, doctor?" said Grey, wonderingly.

"Yes, by turning weak and delicate and ill after all I have done to keep you sound and well. No, Grey Stuart, my dear; there are some people in this busy world of ours who must never break down, never want rest, and never be ill in any shape; those people are doctors like me--and clever, useful little women like you. Depend upon it, my dear, if you were to turn poorly there would be a regular outcry upon the station, and everyone would be finding out your value."

"But they used to do without me, doctor," said Grey, smiling.

"Exactly, my dear; but now that they have become used to the luxury of your presence they will not do without it again. No, my dear; you must not turn ill. Ergo, as Shakspere's clown says, you must not fret.

Let's hope, my dear, that all will come right yet."

"I will try and hope, doctor," said Grey, quietly, "and I will not fret."

"That's right, little woman. Depend upon it, two such das.h.i.+ng fellows as Chumbley and friend Hilton will not drop out of sight like stones thrown down a well. They'll turn up again some day. Good-bye. Take care of my little wifie: she's the only one I've got, you know," he added, laughingly. "Going to see her now?"

"Yes, doctor."

"When is she going to leave Perowne?"

"He is not fit to leave at present," said Grey, shaking her head.

"Then I suppose we must stay," said the doctor, parting from Grey with quite a parent's solicitude; and then he stood watching her as she went beneath the shady trees.

"That little la.s.sie is fretting about one of those chaps," said the doctor; "I'll be bound she is. She wouldn't turn pale and red, and grow thin and weak, because Helen Perowne has disappeared. I wonder whether it's big Chumbley. Well, we shall see. Now about my projects."

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