"Are you willing to give some of it to me?"
"All that I am and all that I can, belongs to my master."
"Is that—the regular—"
"Nay, nay! It is right for my master to consider, that I serve him not for a price. This is true service—as men in my land bring to things holy. Those who serve for the weight of silver, render the weight of their hands."
"I don't want you to begin thinking that I'm holy though—you understand that."
"There are meanings which will appear to the Sahib in time; it is not suitable that they come from me. But this much may be spoken: if my master serves in a great service—then I, who am a poor man and ignorant, may give something if I serve him."
"If that's what you mean, it's all right. Then we won't go out this morning, Nels and I. It'll be the time to get some of that little knowledge of yours about cheetahs."
It seemed to Skag that the uncertainty about just why Bhanah had come to him, was cleared away; and there was a dignity about the man which he liked. It was all right.
"Sanford Hantee Sahib should not go to find cheetahs before he knows his dog," Bhanah began.
"Just what are you getting at?"