The girl answered the voice within. . . . So her name was also Carlin. She had many names surely, but Skag liked this last one best. She turned to the pandit now, speaking slowly:
"Did one of the priests of Hanuman come to you with this story—just now?"
"Yes, Gul Moti-ji."
"Is he waiting?"
"Yes."
"Will he take me—to the place of the wounded one?"
The pandit considered. Skag felt very sure that the priest would do this.
"I will ask him. I can do no more. If the monkey still lives—your cousin's only hope will be in your healing power, Hakima."
"Wait—I will go with you, now."
Skag released his breath deeply when she had re-entered. Apparently she had not seen him so far.