Darkness had fallen on the jungle now.  Except to lessen his speed it made little difference to the elephant; but for the man it was harder to find his way.  On the twisting jungle tracks his luminous compass was of little use.  He was forced to trust mainly to the animal.

But soon a suspicion arose in his mind that Badshah had swerved away from the direction in which Salchini lay and was heading for Malpura.  It became certainty when they reached a deep nullah in the forest which Dermot knew was on the route to that garden.  He tried to turn the elephant.  Badshah paid no heed to him and held on his way with an invincible determination that made the man suspect there was a grave reason for his obstinacy.  He knew too well the animal’s strange and mysterious intelligence.  He gave up contending uselessly and was borne along through the dark forest unresisting.  Over the tree-tops floated the long, wailing cry of a Giant Owl circling against the stars.  Close to their path the warning bark of a khakur deer was answered by the harsh braying roar of a tiger.  Far away the metallic trumpeting of a wild elephant rang out into the night.

Presently Dermot saw a red glow through the trees ahead.  Badshah never checked his pace but swept on until the glow became a ruddy glare staining the tree-trunks.  Suddenly the stars shone overhead.  They were clear of the jungle; and as they emerged on the open clearing of the tea-garden a column of fire blazed up ahead of them.

A chill fear smote Dermot.  He would have urged Badshah on, but the elephant did not need it.  Rapidly they sped along the soft road towards the leaping flames, which the soldier soon realised rose from the burning factory and withering sheds.  And black against the light danced hundreds of figures, while yells and wild cries rent the air.  And, well to one side, a fresh burst of flame and sparks leapt up into the night.  It was one of the bungalows afire.  Round it more figures moved fantastically.  A groan came from the man’s lips.  Was it Daleham’s bungalow that burned?

All at once Badshah stopped of his own accord and sank down on his knees.  Mechanically his rider slipped to the ground and stood staring at the strange scene.  He hardly noticed that the elephant rose, touched him caressingly with its trunk, swung round and sped away towards the forest.  Half-dazed and heedless of danger Dermot hurried forward.  Again the flames shot up, and by their light he saw to his relief that the Dalehams’ bungalow was still standing.  Parry’s house was burning furiously.  Pistol in hand he ran forward, scarcely cognizant of the crowds of shifting figures around the blazing buildings, deaf to their triumphant yells.  Groups of natives crossed his path, shouting and leaping into the air excitedly, but they paid no attention to him.  But, as he ran, he hit up against one man who turned and, seeing his white face, yelled and sprang away.