“No. But some of my young men have.”
“When?”
“It is many days, sahib. I cannot tell how many times the moon has come and gone since. But I came down to the sea to find those who might belong to Sahib Leslie.”
“Yes?”
“And I burned certain herbs in the forest, and I called to me those who tell me what I want to know. They told me you and Sahib Carter, and his friend, who is Chick, were to be here. So, in my boat, with my men, I came. I am here.”
Jai Singh made another obeisance. Then he waited for some one else to speak.
As is customary with Hindus of high caste, Jai Singh had enough dignity for a justice of the supreme court, added to a certain grace and nobility that belongs peculiarly to his race when they feel themselves entitled to consideration.
“You came down in the boat all the way along the Brahmapootra River?” asked Nick.
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you use the railroad?”