"Now, do not speak till I speak.

I wish to think, for I've got to act quickly; I can't make any mistakes when I get there." Far away a brown figure in clout and drab turban watched the young man.
When he saw the elephant with the hunting howdah he knew that he had the information for which his master had detailed him to follow, night and day, the young banker Ramabai.

The white hunter was coming hot-foot to the city.

He turned and ran.

Running was his business; he was as tireless as a camel and could run twenty and thirty miles at a stretch.
The soles of his feet were as tough as elephant's hide.