"Rujub."

"Well, Rujub, if you go on to Deennugghur tomorrow say nothing to
anyone there about this affair with the tiger; it is nothing to
talk about. I am not a shikari, but a hard working official, and
I don't want to be talked about."

"The sahib's wish shall be obeyed," the man said.

"You can come round to my bungalow and ask for me; I shall be glad
to hear whether your daughter is any the worse for her scare. How
do you feel, Rabda?"

"I feel as one in a dream, sahib. I saw a great yellow beast
springing through the air, and I cried out, and knew nothing more
till I saw the sahib's face; and now I have heard him and my father
talking, but their voices sound to me as if far away, though I know
that you are holding me."

"You will be all the better after a night's rest, child; no wonder
you feel strange and shaken. Another quarter of an hour and we
shall be at the village. I suppose, Rujub, you were born a conjurer."

"Yes, sahib, it is always so; it goes down from father to son. As
soon as I was able to walk, I began to work with my father, and
as I grew up he initiated me in the secrets of our craft, which we
may never divulge."

"No, I know they are a mystery. Many of your tricks can be done