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Updated: June 19, 2025
It was business for contemplation the way Bhanah had spoken of Carlin as Hantee Sahiba, after her usual title. . . . He heard the birds. The great Highway was deserted; the noise of the city all behind. . . . If he had merely "acknowledged love" so far, as the learned man had said what must be the nature of the emotion that would reveal the full secret to him?
Skag had never been cared for in his life; he had neither training nor inclination to direct a servant. But there was no need. Bhanah knew perfectly well what was right to be done; and he was committed with his whole heart to do it. The order of Skag's life was being softly changed; but he only knew his servant did many kind things for him which were very comfortable.
When he reached them, Nels was still doubled tight over the cheetah's backward-bent body; his grey iron-jaws locked deep in the tawny throat. "Sahib! Sanford Han tee Sahib!" "Hi, Bhanah; this way!" Bhanah came with a rain-coat in his hand. Stooping to examine Nels a moment and rising to glance at the wall, he spoke rapidly: "The Sahib has seen his Great Dane Nels kill a second cheetah in one day.
Next dawn was hot, but there was a stimulation in it; not like the mountains, not like the sea. The air was full of a mellow enticement, like strange incense; or romance. Skag enquired of his servant if the day would be right for the cheetah hills. Bhanah turned to the southeast and scanned the horizon line. Then he held up his hand, palm toward the same direction, for a minute.
Bhanah spoke gravely; his words falling like weights: "That he is seldom seen till it is too late to prepare. He is treacherous." "Where does he hide?" "In the large-leaved trees which stretch their branches like that." And Bhanah held his arms out horizontally, one above the other, parallel. "All right." "That he is quicker than a man's eye." Skag waited.
Now Skag noticed that the dog moved with some effort, possibly with some pain; but when he arrived, Nels reared his mighty body and set his paws on Skag's two shoulders. Skag hugged him and eased him down. The old cook handed Skag a note. It read: To the Wonder Man, by the hand of Bhanah the cook, who is a gift to the Man from the gods. Bhanah the cook will tell his master the rest.
The thing worked upon Skag as he walked. The thought of finding the motherless lair and bringing in a hamper of starving young occurred to him as a sane performance, but not one to speak about. Also his servant, Bhanah, reported Nels superbly fit for travel and adventure.
His first thought was that there was some good reason; but after that, the misery of faint-heartedness stole in, and he wondered the old sad wonder if love had changed. Skag hurried back to the station where he had left the Great Dane, Nels, with Bhanah, who would have to find quarters for himself.
The bazaars were but a little distance back, when he met Bhanah and Nels out for their evening exercise. . . . No, M'Cord-Sahib had not yet come. . . . Yes, all was quite well with the Hakima, Hantee-Sahiba, who was reading in the playhouse. . . . Quite alone. Skag quickened, but repressed himself again.
You may depend upon him, without reservation." "That's a big thing to know." "India has many good servants, but Bhanah is a rare man." The unquenchable fires in Roderick Deal's eyes began to feed upon some enigma in Skag's own; he endured it a moment and then interruption became expedient: "Does the monsoon come on schedule?" "It does." "What is it like?"
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