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Updated: June 29, 2025
Perhaps they'll know you at once, or it might take labour and patience to convince them you have not an unkind thought toward any of their monkey friends and no scorn of them because they serve in such service." The out and out staring fact of the whole matter, Skag realised, was that these priests believed the monkeys to be a race of men who have been far gone in degeneration.
Skag was made to feel as much at home as the evidently much-loved Cadman; not by word or gesture, but by a kindly atmosphere about everything. He met a slender lad of twelve years, presented to him by Dickson Sahib as "My son Horace," whose clear grey eyes attracted him much. After dinner Cadman told the story of Dhoop Ki Dhil. There was perfect silence for minutes when he finished.
Nels had risen full stretch, his head low between his shoulders; the cheetah's wide-spread arms went round him, but his entire length closed upon the cheetah's entire length like a jack-knife folding it backward. Skag heard a dull sound, the same instant with a keen cat-scream cut short as the two bodies struck the earth.
Breakfasting together, Skag refreshed Nels' mind with the work of the day that it meant Tiger, that all lesser affairs might come and go. The big fellow was up and eager to be off, before Skag finished strapping his blanket roll. There was rather a memorable moment of sentiency just there. Skag was on one knee as he glanced into Nels' face.
In mind, they were like children; happy and friendly, joyful to teach all they knew joyful to show all they had. The days rang with clean, childish laughter; but there was no philosophy. There was no deep concern, no lasting grief, no hate. "Skag, my son," said Cadman solemnly, "if a man really wants to depart from sin this is the place to come!"
Skag changed the match from his right hand to his left. When the flame burned low, he tossed it on the ground, half way between them and the tiger. There was a forward movement of the beast's spine a little lower and forward. The lifted paw curved in, but did not touch the ground. The last light of the match, as it turned red, seemed bright in the beast's bared mouth.
The fact that the young man was away from Hurda this day was well for him, because he had shot and wounded a great monkey, the king of his people. In the next few minutes Skag missed nothing, though his surface faculties were merely winding spools, compared to the activity of a great machine within.
Ian Deal standing in the stirrups swung forward, one arm round his mount's neck, but badly out of the saddle. . . . The tusker turned to do it again. Skag spoke. That was the instant Nels charged.
They did not reach the Nerbudda, but sighted a village back Horn the river bed after nearly two hours' walk. They refilled the canteens and procured two water skins besides; also a broad deep gourd which Skag carried empty. The man's difficulty was to escape without assistance. A white man in his position was not supposed to carry goatskin water bags over his shoulders.
It was clear to his mind that the tigress had been helpless at least three days, possibly four. She could not have brought the game. There was one conclusive reason that the meat was in an altogether too fresh condition to have been brought by the mother before she gave up. Skag walked rapidly.
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