It is little, sahib, but my best; I am a poor man.

The other six I bought--there is the account.

I bought them cheaply, paying less than half the price demanded in each case--but I had to borrow and must pay back." Young Cunningham was hard put to it to keep his voice steady as he answered.

This man was a stranger to him.

He had a hazy recollection of a dozen or more bearded giants who formed a moving background to his dreams of infancy, and he had expected some sort of welcome from one or two perhaps, of his father's men when he reached the north.