Make a voyage a la Tom Moore to Cashmere!"
"Right you are!" laughed Eric Murray. "Frank Halton stole into the
town of Hlassa and he now offers to me his sketchbooks and private
notebooks. Foreigners from the south have occasionally been allowed
to go into Thibet since the Nepauese were driven out, but only very
rarely. I will have all the rig and quaint outlandish gear that
Halton brought away. So you see we are the 'Ever Victorious Army.'
Yes. Prince Djiddin will be a go." And the others were fain to
agree in the plausibility of the scheme.
It was midnight when the quartette separated to meet at the quiet
wedding of the morrow. Alixe Delavigne had finally approved the
plan, when Anson Anstruther drew her away to confer upon the risk.
"You see," he pleaded, "Murray will never even speak to Miss
Johnstone. All that pleasing task is left to Prince Djiddin, who
can and will, of course, choose any unguarded moment. Captain Murray
will hold old Fraser personally in limbo, while you and Prince
Djiddin can meet the pretty captive in alternation. At any danger
signal, the Prince and Moonshee can quit Jersey at once. Then the
lightning thought came to the lady: "She already loves him! It must
be so! He is the only young officer who was ever allowed to enter
the Marble House in that long year of golden bondage. It shall be
so! I can trust to him for her sake, if he loves her for Love's own
sake.
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