this officer who came and fetched me. As far as I can judge collapse has set in.”
“Is there no hope at all?”
“I’m dreadfully sorry, I’m afraid that if we don’t get there quickly we shan’t find him alive.”
She shuddered. The tears began to stream down her cheeks.
“You see, he’s been overworking, he has no powers of resistance.”
She withdrew from the pressure of his arm with a gesture of irritation. It exasperated her that he should talk in that low, anguished voice.
They reached the side and two men, Chinese coolies, standing on the bank helped her to step on shore. The chairs were waiting. As she got into hers Waddington said to her:
“Try and keep a tight hold on your nerves. You’ll want all your self-control.”
“Tell the bearers to make haste.”
“They have orders to go as fast as they can.”
The officer, already in his chair, passed by and as he passed called out to Kitty’s bearers. They raised the chair smartly, arranged the poles on their shoulders, and at a swift pace set off. Waddington followed close behind. They took the hill at a run, a man with a lantern going before each chair, and at the water-gate the gate-keeper was standing with a torch. The officer shouted to him as they approached and he flung open one side of the gate to let them through. He uttered some sort of interjection as they passed and the bearers called back. In the dead of the night those guttural
