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Updated: June 29, 2025
On the first day, on the main road near the rest-house, there passed him on the street, a slim, slightly-stooped and spectacled young white man. The face under the huge cork helmet, Skag looked at twice, not knowing why altogether; then he followed leisurely to a bungalow, walked up the path to the steps and knocked. The stranger himself answered, before the servant could come.
"Here is one not a liar, and smells have meanings for him, and he has come, beyond peradventure, to travel with me to the Monkey Forest and the Coldwater Ruins!" It had been an altogether wonderful night for Skag. Talking made him very tired, as if part of him had gone forth; as if, having spoken, he would be called upon to make good in deeds.
The boy became a bit embarrassed; hesitating, before he went on: "The Hakima used to speak to her whenever she passed Miss Annesley's bungalow; and now she's not there to do it." Horace waved his hand to Mitha Baba's mahout; and the mahout shouted something in a dialect Skag did not know.
This is one of the things Alec said: "If you can get on top of the menagerie in your own insides, Skagee the tigers and apes, the serpents and monkeys, in your own insides you'll never get in bad with the Cloud Brothers wild animal show." There wasn't a day or night for years that Skag didn't think of that saying. It was his secret theme. So far as he could see, it worked out.
He was glad she wasn't here; this was a good place to get away from . . . Ah, that was it! The urge to run. "How is it, Nels, old man, does the great monsoon make us feel like moving?" Nels stood like a thing carved out of solid pewter. He did not hear. He faced the southeast. But Skag understood why the animals were due to make a procession; the chief thing was to get away.
A strange stillness was settling on everything; the silence before had not been so heavy. The old family doctor from Poona came into it; and Margaret Annesley stood by him near the bed. "Carlin has not spoken for more than an hour," Skag heard her tell him. It seemed long before he answered: "She has passed too far down into the shadows. She will not speak again."
According to one of the stories of the English hunter, the male tiger had been killed and the female wounded in which case what was this? Certainly there was nothing to indicate that the scent was left by a wounded tiger. Others might have doubted Nels' discrimination, but Skag scouted that in his own mind. The Dane knew Tiger.
One dawn, from a distance he watched a sambhur buck pause on the brow of a hill. The creature shook his mane and lifted up his nose and sniffed the dawn of day. Skag knew that it was good to him, knew how the sensitive grey nostrils quivered wide, drinking deep draughts of cool moist air. The grasses were rested; the trees seemed enamoured of the deep shadows of night.
Cadman sat long meditating, before he spoke at all; then it was like thinking aloud: "A mystic brother of the Vindhas one with the old man outside; not leaving these little semi-primitives alone identifies himself with them that's good business!" "Let's get on!" breathed Skag. They made the utmost speed possible, till they came to the village that startled them.
The bazaars were but a little distance back, when he met Bhanah and Nels out for their evening exercise. . . . No, M'Cord-Sahib had not yet come. . . . Yes, all was quite well with the Hakima, Hantee-Sahiba, who was reading in the playhouse. . . . Quite alone. Skag quickened, but repressed himself again.
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