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"By the drive of his weight against the cheetah's body; and the strength of his limbs, in the action my master saw." They had eaten and Nels was properly cared for, when Bhanah spoke softly: "Shall we have tales, Sahib?" Skag roused from a moment's abstraction to answer: "Bhanah, I don't remember anything I could talk about to-night, but the hunting cheetah Nels got."
Again he stooped quickly and touched the man's feet. He had done it once before to Skag's acute discomfort. "What's the meaning of that?" "That a man's life is in thy breath, my Master." "Bhanah, I'll find out how to answer you." Then Bhanah laughed a low exultant chuckle, while he finished binding Nels' legs with a part of his own turban.
Her people in the room Bhanah, the ayah, the civil surgeon, Ian Deal and someone else but the line from her eyes to Skag was not crossed. The heart of the man leaped from what he saw the transcendent understanding which needed no words; the look of all looks that meant herself a little lingering smile on the lips, the endless lure of her wise eyes.
It would not be a good thing for my master to hear, nor for his servant to tell the cheetah's ways with a body from which life is gone out." "You've made a strong argument for the cheetah as a fighter, Bhanah, but you don't seem to stand much for his character." "Who faces the hunting cheetah, Sahib, faces death.
He sat down on a flat rock and Nels comfortably extended himself near by. It was all good. The great golden jewel back in his heart, full of afterglows Carlin. The finding of a real man. The ways, the reservations, the revelations, of Bhanah. The beauty and character of the dog at his foot . . . Nels had lifted his head. His eyes were fixed intently on the empty white distances of the sky.
Nels would travel close beside him for hours; but if he ever did break away, Skag had only to call quietly, "Nels, steady!" and Nels would return joyfully. He never sulked. Every morning now, Bhanah carefully stowed in Skag's coat, neat packets of good and sufficient food for himself and the dog at noontime.
Only Bhanah's voice showed feeling as he finished. "So that's what I interfered with; and that's why he let the dog be given to me." "It is straightly spoken. But the Sahib will not hold Nels less, for courage or for power? There is not one to equal him." "Bhanah, we'll put that hope into Nels, against when he hears a hyena."
There are two cuts on each leg. Also because Nels must not lose his strength on a fast journey to his master's place I, Bhanah, will uncover mine honour in the presence of a man." And quickly casting his turban from his head, he proceeded to tear it down the middle. While he worked, he talked as if to himself in half chanting tones: "Men in my country do not this thing; but I do it.
Something in her face held him utterly something of wisdom, something of dread if one could, imagine a fear founded on knowledge. . . . A brilliant mid-afternoon. Bhanah and Nels had gone to the stockades. Since the chase and rescue of Carlin, Nels and the young elephant Gunpat Rao were becoming friends peculiar dignities and untellable reservations between them but undoubtedly friends.
In that interval he had learned about hyenas at first hand, through the plight of Beatrice Hichens and the children; also his servant Bhanah had come to him, and the Great Dane, Nels; still it had been a vague stretch of days, in retrospect. It was during the return-trip to Hurda that the thing happened which held him now as he lay broad awake.
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