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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.
No force to the man's blow. The cobra was no nearer; no show of haste. Skag's stick was a barrier of fury, yet twice the king struck between . . . twice and again. Skag felt a laming blow upon a muscle of his arm as from sharp knuckles. And now they were fast at it. The man heard Carlin's cry but not the words: "Stay there!" he sang in answer.
Holy Nerbudda herself weaved the snare. . . . The hand of destiny is ours, Sahib. Nay, mine, not thine! Did not the Deputy Commissioner Sahib say by necessity? . . . Plunge in! . . . Hai, but softly. Prince of thy kind, take the water softly, I say " And Gunpat Rao entered the river at a swimming stroke. Skag's eyes had hardly turned from the great red howdah.
Nels would travel close beside him for hours; but if he ever did break away, Skag had only to call quietly, "Nels, steady!" and Nels would return joyfully. He never sulked. Every morning now, Bhanah carefully stowed in Skag's coat, neat packets of good and sufficient food for himself and the dog at noontime.
Skag's ears were wide open; and he heard grief and hate. "How did you know where I was?" he asked quietly. "I heard the first cheetah's death cry; and I knew he was not far from you, Sahib." "I thought he was pretty far, one little while." Skag had spoken, thinking of Nels. Bhanah searched his face while the look of a frightened child grew in his own.
It comes to us sometimes of itself, but more often after a shock. . . . Carlin's night in the dark " Skag's arm lifted in a curve to cover his face as if from a blow. . . . Yet Margaret Annesley was not quite right; for he had learned to hear what Carlin heard: From far away very faint, curiously thin tones came to him; always repeating one word, with an upward inflection, like a question.
Then he dropped to his front elbows, and as Skag's voice trailed away he rolled quietly to his side, keeping himself courteously awake. There was silence. Skag's eyes were far off among the blazing Indian stars. "We'll manage 'em together," he added sleepily. The next day they wandered rough desolate country in burning sunlight.
But the wild herd broke away and ran shrieking up into the Vindha Hills. Coming down from Mitha Baba's neck between Skag's hands, the Gul Moti smiled into his anguished eyes. "Carlin! Are you safe?" he asked. "Safe now!" she answered. The tone of that low "now" startled him. "Where have you been?" he breathed. "Far " she said, "very far!" "But where?" he questioned.
You may depend upon him, without reservation." "That's a big thing to know." "India has many good servants, but Bhanah is a rare man." The unquenchable fires in Roderick Deal's eyes began to feed upon some enigma in Skag's own; he endured it a moment and then interruption became expedient: "Does the monsoon come on schedule?" "It does." "What is it like?"
By her, the meanings of all life were sharpened jungle and jungle-beast, monster, saint and man the breath of all life more keen. Hand-of-a-God Skag and Carlin had come back from Poona where five of Carlin's seven brothers had been present at her marriage. There were weeks in Hurda now, while Skag's equipment for jungle work arrived bit by bit.
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