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 "No," said Owen, as though she had named the guide aloud. "No, I hope—I think not. The wound—you see, he couldn't carry such a weapon,—a spear or a long dagger. Couldn't conceal it. No—"

"Oh, he wouldn't anyway!" she cried. "But—what shall we do?"

"Say nothing to him," he replied slowly "Report—gendarmerie headquarters. What else?"

In silence, they gained the temple and the archway. Among the baskets Chao Phya and the coolie bearer dozed together; Aunt Julia and the guide were returning at a distance.

"Remember—don't show that anything is up," whispered Owen.

It was a silent company that jogged back to the living Ayuthia. Aunt Julia's one comment expressed the general desire: "Let us go back to civilization as soon as possible." So