`The Hand of Friendship has averted the Whip of Calamity; but another time, when thou takest the Road it will be with me. This is too early.'

`Late enough for me. I have learned to read and to write English a little at the madrissah. I shall soon be altogether a Sahib.'

`Hear him!' laughed Mahbub, looking at the little drenched figure dancing in the wet. `Salaam - Sahib,' and he saluted ironically. `Well, art tired of the Road, or wilt thou come on to Umballa with me and work back with the horses?'

`I come with thee, Mahbub Ali.'