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But in their company he presently discovered one, a figure so thoroughly foreign and aloof in attitude, that it caught his eye, and, having caught, held it clouded with perplexity. Abruptly he abandoned his belongings and gave chase, overtaking the object of his attention at the far end of the station. "Doggott!" he cried. "I say, Doggott!"
He was to remain and follow to Kuttarpur by the afternoon's tonga. He forthwith sulked and Amber, looking round upon the little Tephet that was Badshah Junction, had not the heart to reprove the man. "It's all very well, sir," said Doggott. "I carn't s'y anything, I know. But, mark my words, sir beggin' your pardon there'll be trouble come of this.
On the table a tin kerosene-lamp had burned low, poisoning the air with its bitter reek. On the cot Doggott sprawled in his clothing, his strained position half reclining, feet upon the floor suggesting an uncontemplated surrender to fatigue. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily.
The snow lay unbroken except in front of the cabin, where the traces of feet existed in profuse confusion; Amber himself, Rutton, Doggott, the babu, and perhaps another, had passed and repassed there; the trail they had beaten streamed out of the vale, to the eastwards.
He placed the book in his pocket with the singular document Rutton had called his "will," and motioned Doggott to possess himself of the money in the despatch-box. "It'll keep as well in 'ere as anywheres," Doggott considered, relocking the box. "I 'aven't 'ardly any use for money, except, of course, to tide me over till I find another position." "What!" exclaimed Amber in amaze.
Amber wheeled upon him, colouring to the brows. "My bride! What do you mean by that? I said nothing " Quain rubbed his big hands, chuckling. "Of course you didn't. But I'm wise enough to know there's bound to be a woman in this case. Besides, it's Romance and what's a romance without a woman?" "Oh, go to thunder," said Amber good-naturedly, and went to give Doggott his orders.
"It mightn't be safe, with that other devil skulking round Heaven knows where." "Right-O!" agreed Quain. His hand sought Amber's. "Good-bye, and God be with you," he said huskily. Amber tightened his clasp upon the man's fingers. "I can't improve on that, Tony," said he with a feeble smile. "Good-bye, and God be with you." He dropped his hand and turned away. "Come along, Doggott."
The grey eyes, meeting eyes dark, kindly, and penetrating, flickered and fell; so much emotion they betrayed, no more, and that as disingenuous as you could wish. "Doggott!" insisted Amber, disconcerted. "Surely you haven't forgotten me Mr. Amber?" The man shook his head. "Beg pardon, sir," he said; "you've got my nyme 'andy enough, but I don't know you, and " "But Mr. Rutton?"
Doggott hesitated, lowering his voice, his gaze shifting uneasily to the still, shrouded figure in the corner. "What?" demanded Amber tensely. "I alw'ys thought per'aps 'e was what we call in England a man of colour, 'imself, sir." "Doggott!"
"No, only one the babu. You're not mistaken " "I knew you must be David Amber the moment I heard you speaking Urdu." "And the man at the station wasn't mistaken unless I am. He knew me perfectly, I believe, but for reasons of his own refused to recognise me." "Yes ?" "He was an English servant named Doggott, who is or once was a valet in the service of an old friend, a man named Rutton."
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