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There comes a male now, to take the rest of this load." Skag watched the added load going into place on the volunteer. It was almost finished, when a trumpet blast sounded directly behind him toward Hurda. Several elephants answered from the regiment; and many mahouts called to each other. "Is that the bad fighter coming?" Skag asked. "Yes, Skag Sahib, that's Nut Kut.
"First you must learn not to depend on yourself; then you must know something of the law." The man was holding one hand out, above Carlin's head quite still, but not close, while he spoke. Skag felt his strength more than at first. "Do you want her for yourself?" he asked. Skag looked into his kind dark eyes his own eyes speaking for him. "Do you want her for her own sake because she loves you?
He looked Skag over, through spectacles that made his eyes appear insane, at times, and sometimes merely absurd. Finally he questioned with soft cheer: "And what sort of a highbinder are you?" Skag answered that he was an American, acquainted with wild animals in captivity, and that he had come to this place to know wild animals in the open. "But why to me?" the white man asked. "It seemed well.
They would not have moved him, had they not been sure that life was established in him." The priest did not linger. Then Carlin wanted to know everything how India had called Skag at the very first. . . . Was it all jungle and animal interest; or was he called a little to the holy men?
Carlin had gone to a sick sister-in-law for a few days; and as soon as he heard of it, Dickson Sahib had driven to the M'Cord bungalow realising that without her it would be desolate to his young American friend. Protesting that he needed someone to come and break his own loneliness, he carried Skag home.
"He is perfect not more than four or five years got his full range, but not his weight." Skag stopped abruptly, until the other nudged him. "Go on it's like a bench-show " "We called them Bengalis but that is just the trade-name " "You intimated he might have a lady-friend do they hunt in couples?" The boy didn't answer that. "You've never been in a tiger's cage?" he asked suddenly.
If you answer at all to an expression which at best only intimates the smell of living dust you will have something of the thing that Skag sensed in the emanation of Gunpat Rao, warming to action. Occasionally as they crossed the streams there was delay in finding the trail on the other side.
Skag had not the habit of much speaking, but he found it easy to tell this English girl about the mother who had died when he was a child. She leaned against banked pillows and watched the changes flow across his face. They were almost startling and yet so clean, so wholesome, that she felt inwardly refreshed, as by a breath from mountain heights.
"It was not in our world, Skag," she said. "It was dark!" The Chief Commissioner had come close, to hear; was stroking her shoulder, in fact in an absent-minded way shaking his head. "You can't mean the dark?" he broke in. "I mean it was utterly dark, sir," she said. "It was absolutely dark!" "But I'm not able to understand!" her old friend protested.
He saw one small scaled thing, rather like a crocodile in shape, but with a sharp-pointed nose; it waddled by, near enough to show two little black beads in its face. When Skag lifted his eyes the earth seemed to have given up a score of packs of jackals. Their action was not like the wolf nor like the dog; it was a short, high leap giving to a running pack the effect of bobbing.
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