She wondered that Almos had permitted the killing of the cobra, since the snake is looked upon as sacred in India, and few natives can be induced to injure one.

The Ghoojurs probably slew it in the flurry of the moment.
Dr.Marlowe had heard the cry and noted the excitement, but did not suspect the cause until he drew near the spot.

Then Mustad, familiar with the skill of the medical man, beckoned to him and said: "Make haste, great sahib, Almos has been bitten by a snake; no one can save him but you." The stricken chief, from his seat on the ground, looked up in the face of the white man, of whose wonderful skill he had received proof in his own self.

The countenance of the Ghoojur was of ashen hue, and the yearning expression of his eyes told of the hope that had been kindled within his breast.
Now that the physician had dropped into what may be called his professional character, he was himself again.

He set down the caba containing his instruments, and medicaments, adjusted his glasses, and stooping over, intently studied the wound made by the cobra.