Out comes the ayah, saying all sorts av things about the Capt'n havin'
come for the kit an' gone to the station.

'"Take out the luggage, you divil," sez I, "or I'll murther you!"

'The lights av the thraps people comin' from the Gaff was showin'
across the parade ground, an', by this an' that, the way thim two women
worked at the bundles an' thrunks was a caution! I was dyin' to help,
but, seein' I didn't want to be known, I sat wid the blanket roun' me
an' coughed an' thanked the Saints there was no moon that night.

'Whin all was in the house again, I niver asked for _bukshish_ but
dhruv tremenjus in the opp'site way from the other carr'ge an' put out
my lights. Presintly, I saw a naygur man wallowin' in the road. I
slipped down before I got to him, for I suspicioned Providence was wid
me all through that night. 'Twas Jungi, his nose smashed in flat, all
dumb sick as you please. Dennis's man must have tilted him out av the
thrap. Whin he came to, "Hutt!" sez I, but he began to howl.

'"You black lump av dirt," I sez, "is this the way you dhrive your
_gharri?_ That _tikka_ has been _owin'_ an' _fere-owin'_ all over the
bloomin' country this whole bloomin' night, an' you as _mut-walla_ as
Davey's sow. Get up, you hog!" sez I, louder, for I heard the wheels
av a thrap in the dark; "get up an' light your lamps, or you'll be run
into!" This was on the road to the Railway Station.

'"Fwhat the divil's this?" sez the Capt'n's voice in the dhark, an'
I could judge he was in a lather av rage.

'"_Gharri_ dhriver here, dhrunk, Sorr," sez I; "I've found his _gharri_