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We get such impressions when Kipling has, for the moment, forgotten the need to make a genuflection towards the Absolute and Everlasting Chutney, and is a man and brother delighting in his craft. The rest of the book has, one must admit, a value, but it is an undesigned value; indeed, its value is that it was designed to prove, at the time it was written, something quite different.
"We are coming, Melton; we are coming," cried Guy. "We'll save you yet." In their haste the lighted torch had been left behind, but fortunately the Greek had matches, and in an instant another torch was lit and flaring cheerfully over the water. "This way, Chutney," came a feeble voice below them. "Hurry up. I'm nearly exhausted."
Melton turned in astonishment as though frightened by the sound of a human voice. "I don't know," he said, speaking with a great effort. "Hours, Chutney, hours. A day and a night must have passed since I cracked that fellow there on the head. I hoped you would never wake. This is like dying a thousand times over. It won't last long now. A few hours at the most and then "
Then I saw your torch almost beside me, and that is all I remember. I would have gone to the bottom in another minute, I know. It was horrible, Chutney. It makes me faint to think of it," and Melton closed his eyes with a little shudder.
The other man looked inquiringly at him, and, seeing a pitiful working of his friend's face, he jumped up and got a little jar from a shelf. "We will drop the whole thing until we have had our chops and chutney," said he. "You are right; it is not worth minding. Here is a new brand of tobacco I want you to try. I don't half like it, myself, but you may."
We are compelled to hide the bag. Fourth stage. Current not so rapid. All in low spirits. We are tortured by hunger. Sir Arthur dreams of banquets in his sleep. Harrows our feelings by his accounts of them. Bildad very ill. No longer wants food. Fifth stage. Alas! worse and worse! Bildad and Sir Arthur ill. Chutney is a hero. He tries to cheer us all. Gave half his share of food to Sir Arthur.
Add a little chopped tarragon and chervil and 2 beaten eggs. Mix with the sauce and form into croquettes. Then dip into beaten eggs and fine bread-crumbs, and fry in deep hot lard a golden brown. Serve hot. Garnish with fried parsley and serve tomato-sauce in a separate dish, flavored with chopped mango chutney. Swiss Veal Pie.
An ominous sound was heard far below that increased in volume with every second. "Cling to the raft for your lives," shouted Chutney. The first words were audible; the last were drowned in the mighty roar of the water, so sudden was its approach. By the torchlight they saw for an instant the billows of tossing spray.
'Chutney is thicker than blood, put in the Parnass mysteriously. 'He'll simply try to palm off his stock on the deputation. Ephraim Mendel and Solomon Barzinsky jumped up simultaneously. 'What a good idea, said Ephraim. 'There you have hit it! said Solomon. Their simultaneous popping-up had an air of finality like the long and the short of it!
Now come down hand over hand, one of you." "I'll go," said Forbes. "You will have to remain here, colonel, to help us again." Meanwhile Guy had lit a torch, and when Melton began the descent the yellow glare was visible far below. The face of the cliff, though sheer, was full of rough projections for his feet, and in a short time he stood beside Chutney on the ledge.
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