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“‘Ye black brazen Jezebel,’ sez I, ‘sellin’ your masther’s honor for five rupees–pack up all the Miss Sahib’s kit an’ look slippy! Capt’n Sahib’s order,’ sez I, ‘Going to the station we are,’ I sez, an’ wid that I laid my finger to my nose an’ looked the schamin’ sinner I was.

“‘Bote acchy,‘ says she; so I knew she was in the business, an’ I piled up all the sweet talk I’d iver learned in the bazars on to this she-bullock, an’ prayed av her to put all the quick she knew into the thing. While she packed, I stud outside an’ sweated, for I was wanted for to shif’ the second scene. I tell you, a young gurl’s e-vasion manes as much baggage as a rig’mint on the line av march! ‘Saints help Dennis’s springs,’ thinks I, as I bundled the stuff into the thrap, ‘for I’ll have no mercy!’

“‘I’m comin’ too,’ says the ayah.

“‘No, you don’t,’ sez I, ‘later–pechy! You baito where you are. I’ll pechy come an’ bring you sart, along with me, you maraudin”–niver mind fwhat I called her.

“Thin I wint for the Gaff, an’ by the special ordher av Providence, for I was doin’ a good work you will ondersthand, Dennis’s springs hild toight. ‘Now, whin the Capt’n goes for that kit,’ thinks I, ‘he’ll be throubled.’ At the end av Sweethearts off the Capt’n runs in his kyart to the Colonel’s house, an’ I sits down on the steps and laughs. Wanst an’ again I slipped in to see how the little piece was goin’, an’ whin ut was near endin’ I stepped out all among the carriages an’ sings out very softly, ‘Jungi!’ Wid that a carr’ge began to move, an’ I waved to the dhriver. ‘Hitherao!‘ sez I, an’ he hitheraoed till I judged he was at proper distance, an’ thin I tuk him, fair an’ square betune the eyes, all I knew for good or bad, an’ he dhropped wid a guggle like the canteen beer-engine whin ut’s runnin’ low, Thin I ran to the kyart an’ tuk out all the kit an’ piled it into the carr’ge, the sweat runnin’ down my face in dhrops, ‘Go home,’ sez I, to the sais; ‘you’ll find a man close here. Very sick he is. Take him away, an’ av you iver say wan wurrd about fwhat you’ve dekkoed, I’ll marrow you till your own wife won’t sumjao who you are!’ Thin I heard the stampin’ av feet at the ind av the play, an’ I ran in to let down the curtain. Whin they all came out the gurl thried to hide herself behind wan av the pillars, an’ sez ‘Jungi’ in a voice that wouldn’t ha’ scared a hare. I run over to Jungi’s carr’ge an’ tuk up the lousy old horse-blanket on the box, wrapped my head an’ the rest av me in ut, an’ dhrove up to where she was.

“‘Miss Sahib,’ sez I; ‘going to the station? Captain Sahib’s order!’ an’ widout a sign she jumped in all among her own kit.

“I laid to an’ dhruv like steam to the Colonel’s house before the Colonel was there, an’ she screamed an’ I thought she was goin’ off. Out comes the ayah, saying all sorts av things about the Capt’n havin’ come for the kit an’ gone to the station.

“‘Take out the luggage, you divil,’ sez I, ‘or I’ll murther you!’

“The lights av the thraps people comin’ from the Gaff was showin’ across the parade ground, an’, by this an’ that, the way thim two women worked at the bundles an’ thrunks was a caution! I was dyin’ to help, but, seein’ I didn’t want to be known, I sat wid the blanket roun’ me an’ coughed an’ thanked the Saints there was no moon that night.

“Whin all was in the house again, I niver asked for bukshish but dhruv tremenjus in the opp’site way from the other carr’ge an’ put out my lights. Presintly, I saw a naygur-man wallowin’ in the road. I slipped down before I got to him, for I suspicioned Providence was wid me all through that night. ‘Twas Jungi, his nose smashed in flat, all dumb sick as you please. Dennis’s man must have tilted him out av the thrap. Whin he came to, ‘Hutt!’ sez I, but he began to howl.