“Are you expecting a message from an American in Ahmedabad?”
“No.”
“From any one there?”
“Yes.” Now Dicky knew that it was the patience in the young Hindu’s eyes that made him think of a camel.
“Is the name Juna?”
“Nagarjuna.”
The soldier bowed. “It is well. I was told to be assured, before giving you the message. It is this: That the curtain has risen, the play begun, and that a seat is reserved for you.”
“Is there need of haste?”
“No haste, but no delay!”
“My plan now is to go to New York——”