There remains only my nose and the eye
of the constabeel. Sahib, shall I ask for my dismissal because my
Sahib has beaten me?" And Faiz Ullah laid his long thin hand
carefully on Scott's chest to be sure that the fever was all gone,
ere he went out to open tinned soups and discourage such as laughed
at his swelled nose.
"The district's all right," Scott whispered. "It doesn't make any
difference. You got my wire?" I shall be fit in a week. 'Can't
understand how it happened. I shall be fit in a few days."
"You're coming into camp with us," said Hawkins.
"But look here - but -"
"It's all over except the shouting. We sha'n't need you Punjabis
any more. On my honour, we sha'n't. Martyn goes back in a few
weeks; Arbuthnot's returned already; Ellis and Clay are putting
the last touches to a new feeder-line the Government's built as
relief-work. Morten's dead - he was a Bengal man, though; you
wouldn't know him. 'Pon my word, you and Will - Miss Martyn -
seem to have come through it as well as anybody."
"Oh, how is she, by-the-way"." The voice went up and down as he
spoke.
"Going strong when I left her. The Roman Catholic Missions are
adopting the unclaimed babies to turn them into little priests;
the Basil Mission is taking some, and the mothers are taking the
rest.
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