one quick movement with the lancet made an incision across the red specks left by the fangs of the cobra, and into the opening he poured a teaspoonful of the yellowish fluid, which was so much like liquid fire and pepper that even the dusky scoundrel gasped with agony. then he was made to open his mouth and swallow something from a large bottle, which, as regards strength and flavor, was a twin of that which was consuming his flesh.

all at once the countenance of the physician expanded with a beaming smile as he looked at his patient and said gently as if speaking to his own child:

"all danger is past, almos."

from the abundance of rags which fluttered about his person, the doctor tore a piece and bandaged the wound. then he said in a business-like tone:

"i am through; now you and the rest of you may go."

almos hesitated.

"you have saved my life: is there nothing i can do for you?"

"i have just told you what to do—leave?"

probably there would have been less promptness in complying with the command had there been less in uttering it. as it was, almos, without a word, motioned to the rest of his band, and led the way down the path in the direction of the stream, the four tramping after him like so many ragged phantoms.

dr. marlowe was more eager to leave the place than he would permit his child to know. he had no faith in almos's promise, knowing that the ghoojur chieftain would break his oath, which he and his brother fanatics did not consider binding when made to infidels, and the only hope, therefore, was for the fugitives to conceal themselves from the miscreants—a thing which the physician's intimate knowledge of the country would enable him to do.

footfalls sounded along the path over which the two had just come, and a minute later almos, mustad and their three companions emerged into the opening and approached the couple, one of whom suspected nothing until her father spoke.

"well, almos, what do you want?" demanded dr. marlowe, calmly looking up at the ghoojur chieftain, as he paused in front of him and made a salaam.

"we have come for the infidel and his daughter; our deen commands us to put them to death."

"what does the oath you gave me a little while ago command you to do?"

"that was made to an infidel; it is not binding upon a true son of the prophet."

"a true son of the devil!" exclaimed the physician, unable to repress his rage.

turning to his daughter, he said:

"my child, you have a pistol; when they make a move, shoot; leave almos to me and save your last bullet for yourself."

"the infidels shall be destroyed everywhere," said almos; "none of the inglese loge shall be left in india. the faithful have risen and they will crush them all, for so commands the prophet——"

dr. marlowe had placed his hand on the butt of his revolver at his hip, meaning to whip out the weapon and fire before the miscreant had finished his high-sounding tomfoolery. his daughter had also grasped hers, intending to obey to the letter the command of her parent, when the ghoojur chieftain abruptly paused in his speech, staggered for a moment, and then sank to the ground like a bundle of rags, with the breath of life gone from his body.

the incident would have been as inexplicable to parent and child as to the ghoojurs, had they not caught the faint, far-away report of a rifle, which, if heard by the bandits, was not associated by them with the startling thing that had taken place before their eyes. but the doctor and mary knew the connection.

and about half-a-mile away, on the top of that huge rock, hot enough under the flaming sun to roast eggs, jack everson had assumed the same position that he held the afternoon before on the bank of the ganges, when he checked the advance of the ghoojur horsemen across the river. with the aid of the glasses, he had descried the forms of his beloved and her father when the bright eyes failed to detect his own. then, when about to start to join them, he observed their visitors, and the glass again helped to identify them, after which he "proceeded to business."

the instant he made his aim sure he pulled the trigger, came to a sitting position, readjusted a cartridge, and placing the glasses to his eyes that he might see the more plainly, watched the result of his shot.

"by jove; another bull's-eye!" he gleefully exclaimed, as he saw his man stagger and fall almost at the feet of dr. marlowe. "i don't know the gentleman's name, but a first-class obituary notice is in order. that makes six, and now for the seventh. i really hope the doctor is keeping score for me."

the professional eye of the physician saw where the pellet of lead had passed through the chest of almos, but it was not observed by mustad or the other ghoojurs, who probably attributed it in some way to the bite of the cobra, in spite of the miraculous cure that seemed to have been wrought before their eyes. the three remained in the background, but the fall of the leader appeared to add flames to the hatred of mustad, who, assuming the mantle of the fallen chieftain, stepped to the front.

"you shall not escape us!" he hissed; "all the inglese loge shall die!"

"but before any more of them perish, you shall go to the infernal regions to keep company with the imp that has just gone thither."

the doctor had learned from the exhibition of the preceding afternoon the time required by jack everson to repeat his marvelous shots. he knew, therefore, about the moment when a second was due, and he decided to make its arrival as dramatic as possible.

"you stand almost on the same spot where stood almos; he dropped dead before me, and," raising his hand impressively, "i command you to do the same."

mustad obeyed.

again the faint report swept across the extent of jungle, travelling with almost the same speed as the bullet, which, like its predecessor, bored through the dusky chest of the victim and lost itself in the vegetation beyond. mustad gasped, convulsively clasped one hand to his breast, flung out both arms, groped blindly for an instant, and then slumped down as dead as one of the mummies of the pyramids.

and the young american, still reclining on that gray, blistering rock, again rose to a sitting posture and clapped the glasses to his eyes to observe more clearly the result of his last trial at markmanship.

"that makes seven bull's-eyes!" was his delighted exclamation, "but i have done as well when the distance was twice as great. i must keep the number in mind, for it will be like the doctor to insist that i made but six out of a possible eight. i notice that three gentlemen are left and require attention."

with the same care as before, he lay back and drew bead on the group, but the next moment uttered an impatient exclamation and straightened up again.

"they have fled; only mary and her father are left, and there's no call to send any bullets in their direction."

the fall of mustad at the command of the wrathful physician was more than the other ghoojurs could stand. suspecting no connection between the almost inaudible reports and the terrifying incidents, they believed their only hope was in headlong flight. without a word they dashed down the trail, quickly passing from sight, and were seen no more.

meanwhile jack everson, finding no demand for long shooting, sprang from the rock and made all haste to the spot where he had recognized his friends, and where they awaited his coming with an anxiety that could not have been more intense. that others of their enemies were in the neighborhood was certain, and their vengeance could not be restrained or turned aside as had been that of the ghoojurs. a collision between them and the fugitives must be fatal to the latter.

great, therefore, was the delight of father and daughter when the brave fellow bounded into sight, his whole concern, as it seemed, being to learn whether the score kept by the doctor agreed with his own. when assured that it did, he announced that he was at the disposal of the venerable physician and his daughter.

the three pushed steadily toward nepaul, cheered by the knowledge that with every mile passed their danger lessened. they were in great peril more than once. twice they exchanged shots with marauding bands, and once their destruction seemed inevitable; but good fortune attended them, and at the end of a week they entered the wild, mountainous and sparsely-settled region, where at last all danger was at an end.

so it came about that when the young people took their final departure down the ganges for calcutta, thence to return to the united states, dr. marlowe went with them. he and his son-in-law formed a partnership in the practice of their profession, and it is only a few years since that the aged physician was laid to rest. he was full of years and honors, and willing to go, for he knew that the happiness of his daughter could be in no safer hands than those of jack everson.