He neither shoved nor argued. Orders and blows would have been
equally useless, for had it tried the crowd could not have obeyed,
and it was in no mind to try. Without the least apparent effort
he arrived--and there is no other word that quite describes it--he
arrived, through the densest part of the sweating throng of humans,
at the door of the luggage office.

There, though a bunnia's sharp elbow nagged his ribs, and the bunnia's
servant dropped a heavy package on his foot, he smiled so genially
that he melted the wrath of the frantic luggage clerk. But not at
once. Even the sun needs seconds to melt ice.

"Am I God?" the babu wailed. "Can I do all the-e things in all
the-e world at once if not sooner?"

King's smile began to get its work in. The man ceased gesticulating
to wipe sweat from his stubbly jowl with the end of a Punjabi headdress.
He actually smiled back. Who was he, that he should suspect new
outrage or guess he was about to be used in a game he did not
understand? He would have stopped all work to beg for extra pay
at the merest suggestion of such a thing; but as it was he raised
both fists and lapsed into his own tongue to apostrophize the ruffian
who dared jostle King. A Northerner who did not seem to understand
Punjabi almost cost King his balance as he thrust broad shoulders
between him and the bunnia.

The bunnia chattered like an outraged ape; but King, the person
most entitled to be angry, actually apologized! That being a miracle,
the babu forthwith wrought another one, and within a minute King's
one trunk was checked through to Delhi.