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Updated: May 13, 2025
Yes, he remembered the story of the beating of the monster, the long slow healing after that; and his last look, as he left Hurda for the last time. . . . It was well, Chakkra said, that they had open country for the chase. It was well that the Kabuli did not call to the Sahibas, and hide them in one of the great Mohammedan households of Hurda where even Indian Government might not search.
The hint, however, was that the thief elephant would make all speed; that the lead of the four hours would be conserved as carefully as possible by the other mahout. "But he has a woman's howdah," Chakkra invariably added. "Two Sahibas, as well as the mahout himself. . . . To-morrow will tell hai, to-morrow will tell, if they go that far!"
That was always the point of the blackest fear that the elephant ahead should come to some Mohammedan household, and leave Carlin where no one could pass the veil. "But what of the messenger who brought word to the Sahibas?" Skag asked. "He would slip away. Some hiding place for him possibly back at Hurda." Chakkra seemed sure of this. That was Skag's long night.
The Bengali mahout, Chakkra, appeared; a sturdy little man with blue turban, red kummerband, and a scarf and tunic of white. The Deputy flicked away his cigarette and now spoke fast talk having to do with Nels, with the Hakima, with Gunpat Rao, who was his particular mahout's master, and of the strange elephant who had carried the two Sahibas away.
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