"Not this side Poona."
"I can go after him."
"You're awfully good, but there will be no train before the one my husband comes up on. It's a holiday. He would have been up last evening, only he had important business. I am not at liberty to determine about a physician, because he will be here so soon."
"Shall I go after the ayah?"
"That might help—thank you so much!"
Skag learned in the next two hours that there is nothing in life more difficult for a man to find, than servants' quarters in a native village. By full daylight he gave up and tramped back a considerable distance. As he approached the tent, an Englishman came out walking rapidly toward him. Police Commissioner Hichens had a very red face. He spoke before Skag could see his eyes:
"Sir, I take pleasure in ordering you to leave my premises. You will be good enough not to be seen again in this vicinity."
"Yes? You—are—finding—fault—with—me?"
"What occurs to mine does not in the least concern you! You are occupying yourself with my affairs. I will not permit it. Am I explicit enough?"
"You are explicit enough."