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We both rose to our feet, and, I answer for myself, not Strickland, felt sick actually and physically sick. We told each other, as did the men in Pinafore, that it was the cat. Dumoise arrived, and I never saw a little man so unprofessionally shocked. He said that it was a heart-rending case of hydrophobia, and that nothing could be done.
It must be more than twelve hundred miles from Meridki. Dumoise went through Simla without halting, and returned to Meridki there to take over charge from the man who had been officiating for him during his tour. There were some Dispensary accounts to be explained, and some recent orders of the Surgeon-General to be noted, and, altogether, the taking-over was a full day's work.
Dumoise and that she had lifted up her veil and given him the message which he had faithfully repeated to Dumoise. To this statement Ram Dass adhered. He did not know where Nuddea was, had no friends at Nuddea, and would most certainly never go to Nuddea; even though his pay were doubled, Nuddea is in Bengal and has nothing whatever to do with a Doctor serving in the Punjab.
We bound this beast with leather thongs of the punkah-rope, and tied its thumbs and big toes together, and gagged it with a shoe-horn, which makes a very efficient gag if you know how to arrange it. Then we carried it into the dining-room, and sent a man to Dumoise, the doctor, telling him to come over at once.
It runs through dark wet forest, and ends suddenly in bleak, nipped hill-side and black rocks. Bagi dak-bungalow is open to all the winds and is bitterly cold. Few people go to Bagi. Perhaps that was the reason why Dumoise went there. He halted at seven in the evening, and his bearer went down the hill-side to the village to engage coolies for the next day's march.
'To- day is the morning of the second. You've slept the clock round with a vengeance. The door opened, and little Dumoise put his head in. He had come on foot, and fancied that we were laving out Fleete. 'I've brought a nurse, said Dumoise. 'I suppose that she can come in for... what is necessary. 'By all means, said Fleete cheerily, sitting up in bed. 'Bring on your nurses.
This tale may be explained by those who know how souls are made, and where the bounds of the Possible are put down. I have lived long enough in this country to know that it is best to know nothing, and can only write the story as it happened. Dumoise was our Civil Surgeon at Meridki, and we called him "Dormouse," because he was a round little, sleepy little man.
The sun had set, and the night-winds were beginning to croon among the rocks. Dumoise leaned on the railing of the veranda, waiting for his bearer to return. The man came back almost immediately after he had disappeared, and at such a rate that Dumoise fancied he must have crossed a bear. He was running as hard as he could up the face of the hill. But there was no bear to account for his terror.
She was in a blue dress, and she lifted the veil of her bonnet and said: 'Ram Dass, give my salaams to the Sahib, and tell him that I shall meet him next month at Nuddea. Then I ran away, because I was afraid." What Dumoise said or did I do not know.
He raced to the veranda and fell down, the blood spurting from his nose and his face iron-grey. Then he gurgled "I have seen the Memsahib! I have seen the Memsahib!" "Where?" said Dumoise. "Down there, walking on the road to the village.
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