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Updated: September 16, 2025
"Did I not hear the Deputy Commissioner Sahib say that he came from the Vindhas, and that Neela Deo is from High Himalaya?" Skag asked. The mahout's face turned back; his trailing lids did not widen in the fierce sunlight. It was the face of a man still singing. "The kinship is of honour, not of blood, Sahib," he answered.
She's entirely competent, is Mitha Baba; she's the leader of my caravan next to Neela Deo. Of course Neela Deo is our only hope of overtaking them; he's fast enough, but this is rather soon after his injury, and he'll have to rest a bit. In the meantime, come away up to the house; we'll talk there." To possess one white elephant is calamity.
Neela Deo stopped short one moment frozen so still that he looked like a granite image then, feeling toward the shrub with his trumpet tip an instant only, flung up his head with a joyous squeal and was upon it before a man could think. The shrub melted to pulp under his tramping feet. Then they saw the black and yellow stripes of the tiger he had killed in this same way tramping, tramping.
Neela Deo met him squarely, whatever curve he made whatever tangent he turned upon. This, every time, in spite of himself; for he always meant to avoid that crash! He tried his falsetto squeals all aggravation in them. But Neela Deo refused to accept taunts. This caused an instant's pause the pale one seeming to consider.
Her face was actually strange the awful pallor the fire. It left his brain a blank to other impressions, for minutes. The Gul Moti only glimpsed the stone-white face of her American, beside the Chief Commissioner, as Neela Deo charged past, on his way to take over the fight that was taxing Gunpat Rao to the last breath before defeat. Neela Deo had seen at once where he was needed most.
Also, there is a luminous tradition that the most exalted creatures of their kind those who travelled far from the high lands of Persia long ago chose place for their future generations in the Vindha Hills; and not in High Himalaya." This man who had first rebuked sternly and afterward explained with extreme gentleness, was Kudrat Sharif, the mahout of Neela Deo mighty leader of their caravan.
"Who says there is none other than Neela Deo?" A thread of silver stretched before them, crossing the line of their course. It broadened in a man's breath. They turned the curve of the last slope, and heard the shout of the mahout far ahead. The thief elephant was running along Nerbudda's margin to a ford. A roar was about Skag's head and shoulders like a storm Gunpat Rao trumpeting again!
Neela Deo was safe everyone was safe. Bonfires blazed up in every village within sight of the caravan's way home from so far away as watchers on Hurda's highest hill could see burning night and day. At last the one furthest from Hurda went out. The watchers raced in Neela Deo's caravan was coming! One by one, the bonfires went out till it was this side the Nerbudda. Then the people made ready.
Neela Deo had regained his dignity; he was gravely driving fragments of black and yellow stripes into the sand patiently finishing his job. But Kudrat Sharif's voice had no effect upon the others; and the Chief Commissioner was entirely helpless. No one could prevent their going. Then it appeared that one had not gone one other, beside Neela Deo.
All generations after us shall hear of him; but we have looked upon his face!" "Neela Deo, Neela Deo, King of all elephants!" The Lair Carlin appeared to get right again in a few days of quiet after her terrific experience on Mitha Baba. There were a few more wonderful weeks for Skag and herself in the Malcolm M'Cord bungalow in Hurda weeks always remembered.
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