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Updated: May 29, 2025
Carlin's afterglow, it was to Skag, from their moment at the edge of the jungle on the evening of the troth; there was pain about it now. India had a different look to him alien, sinister, of a depth of suffering undreamed of, because of the beating bass of the Kabuli tale, intensified by the sense that falling night would slacken the chase. . . .
And high against the wall of the waters rolled the clarion challenge-call of Nels, the Great Dane dog. The cheetah leaped and settled back. Skag turned to look the way it faced. A grey line flashed along the ground. Skag did not know it, but he was racing toward their meeting. The cheetah lifted and met Nels, body against body, in mid-air Skag heard the impact.
Skag put this back into the deep place of his mind. "All right. We'll go back," he said. "They were here the whole troupe. Just a minute ago, they swung away " He saw for an instant her wonderment that he had come alone.
For fully two minutes Skag stood quiet before her, working softly her hiss changing at slow intervals to the cavernous growl. The kittens were too young to organise attack the tigress was too maimed for resistance, even though at bay in lair with her kittens to defend. Now the man saw the gleam of her eyes. She had followed his movements and was holding him now, but half vacantly.
Skag didn't step back, but presently to the side, away from the mouth of the lair. The tiger's counter movement was not to lessen the distance between them this time, but to drop to his haunches, still holding his game. He rocked a little on his hind feet, that ominous undulation which portends the charge.
The hush about it and from the mountains touched him with a feeling that he had not quite known before, the depth of it having to do with Carlin. Then he saw, back of the natives who had lifted the cot, yet not too near, the figure of an Englishman of the Military standing quietly by, as if casually ordering a platoon of soldiers in the duty of loading the train. Now Skag looked at the man's face.
He was powerless against himself. Some bigger force, represented by a truant officer, was necessary to keep him away from those cages. His father got down to business and gave him a beating much against that good man's heart. But Skag went back to the Zoo. For three days more he went, remained from opening to closing time.
"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."
A fallen garment was the first thing that came to Skag's mind, keyed to the suggestion of some fabric which Carlin was to put on. The thing actually before his eyes had not dislodged for an instant, the thought-picture in his mind. Right then Skag made a mistake. He had not taken ten running steps before he knew it, and halted.
It was Alec who led Skag into the fancy way of dealing with animals, but of course the boy was peculiar, inasmuch as he believed it all at once. Skag never ceased to think of it until it was his; he actually put it into practice. Alec might have told a dozen American trainers and have gotten no more than a yawp for his pains.
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