“What was that name?” Dicky inquired, pulling the bandage down farther over his eyes.
“It is not one which I have ever heard in my speech or yours—that is why I ask. It was like this, ‘Pid-gee—Pid-gee.’”
Dicky laughed.
“That is—the fact is, that’s right curious,” he said. “I must have been ‘out of the body,’ as you say. That—that is a little expression we use in childhood!”
As Nagar stood under the light that evening, Dicky saw that his eyes, too, were burning with strange sorrow. Lala Relu Ram bowed himself out, walking backward. When they were alone, Nagar came to the bedside, drawing a chair, and his hand found the American’s.
“We have not done well in Amritsar to-day.”
“I don’t think you understand it quite,” Dicky said. “I was there this noon, at the place they call the Hallgate Bridge——”
“There was violence,” said Nagar.
“There were three volleys——”