As Colonel Munro could freely turn his head, he followed all her movements. He saw her pass round the gun and direct her steps in the direction of the postern.
Suddenly Roving Flame stopped only a few paces from the sleeping native, and turned. Some invisible power seemed to draw her forward, some unaccountable instinct brought her back to the colonel, and again she stood motionless before him.
Sir Edward’s heart beat vehemently, as though it would burst from his bosom.
Roving Flame moved yet nearer. She raised her torch to a level with the prisoner’s face, as though the better to see him. Nothing of her own face was visible except her eyes, and they were brilliant with a feverish fire.
Colonel Munro gazed intently, as if fascinated.
The left hand of this strange being gradually drew
