"He is coming. He is coming into his own!"
"What do you mean, Chakkra? Make it clear to me who have not many words of Hindi—"
"The meaning of our journey appears to him, Sahib; from our minds, from the thief ahead and from the great dog,—the thing that we do is appearing to him. He knows the way—see—"
Nels had come in from the lateral and found that Gunpat Rao was right. An amazing point to Skag, this. The great head before him, with Chakkra's legs dangling behind the ears, had grasped something of the urge of their chase. A vast and mysterious mechanism was locked in the great grey skull. Actually Gunpat Rao seemed to laugh that he had shown the way to Nels.
"You don't mean, Chakkra, that he goes into the silence like a holy man?"
"It is like."
Skag had seen something of this in his India—the yogi men shutting their eyes and bowing their heads and seeming to sink their consciousness into themselves, in order to ascertain some fact without and afar off.
"Our lord gives his mind to the matter and the truth unfolds—" Chakkra added.
"Will the other elephant travel through the night so steadily?"
(The sense of his own powerlessness was in him like a spear.)