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I'm just after the canteen, Nels." Skag entered again. His movements were deliberate, but not stealthy. He spoke softly to the creature on the floor his voice lower than the usual pitch, yet sinking often deeper still. The words were mere nothings, but they carried the man's purpose of kindness carried it steadily, tirelessly. The great beast tried to rise as he stepped closer.
Even Skag, as he glanced into Carlin's face from time to time, forgot that Hand-of-a-God had done it again one more king cobra with a patched |head and a life and death story to be added to the sunny cabinet in the bungalow. . . . Carlin rose to lead them to dinner at last, but Malcolm shook his head. "On you go, you two.
You haven't interrupted me once not one in twenty could have done it. I'm glad to know you." This was spoken very rapidly and Skag smiled: "I'm interested." The Chief Commissioner's eyes bored into Skag with almost impersonal penetration, till the young American knew why this big Englishman's name was one to conjure with. Then he went on: "Yes, we'll have much in common.
The words came to Skag as if through limitless space; but the last ones penetrated deep and laid hold. Margaret went out swiftly and the doctor followed. He looked a very, very old man with his head bent, like that. . . . She will not speak again! The universe was falling into disruption. It was all white where she lay.
Naturally he went on to tell her about Carlin; but when at last he spoke her name, the English girl interrupted him: "Is it possible you are meaning Doctor Carlin Deal?" "Yes; do you know her?" Skag asked. "I have met her several times quite frightened at first, because I had heard about her you know she is very learned, even for one much older." "I know she is a physician." "Yes; London Medical.
The moaning ascended and broke like wind going up a mountain khud. There was nothing certain to the mahouts, but that this man of courage would be dashed to death before their eyes. Skag squirmed in the grip about his body as Nut Kut held him high. It looked as if he were being crushed. But when he got his hands on the trunk again, he laughed.
So just now Skag was smoking his after-tiffin cigarette in the verandah of Dickson Sahib's big bungalow. The great Highway-of-all-India, with its triple avenue, its monarch trees, swept past the front of the grounds. Several times from here, he had seen a big elephant go joyously rolling by. He could tell it was joyous; and the man on its neck was usually singing.
Skag knew by this time, that his teacher, the pandit, considered the matter of serious import. They reached the verandah steps of an English bungalow and Skag would have retired, but Ratna Ram would not hear, wishing him to keep a record of this affair. "The priest of Hanuman trusts you," he said, "and my righteousness to him, as well as to Government, must have witness." He knocked.
Deeper and deeper into the jungle he went, along the little river, but all paths appeared to lead him to the monkey glen; and there he sat down at last and remembered all that Alec Binz had told him about handling himself in relation to handling animals, and all that Cadman Sahib had told him from the lips of wise men of India . . . but all that Skag could find was pain rising, thickening clouds of pain.
They were starting back toward the city leaving the two priests. Most strangely, as no one Skag had ever met, Carlin could see the native and the English side of things. He felt that Cadman would say this of her, too. He wanted sanction on such things, because he felt that already his judgment was not cold on matters that concerned her. Everything about her was more than one expected.
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