I could not have leaped into safety as did the Saddhu.

He knew it was darkest under the lamp.

I could not have thought to tell news under pretence of cursing ...

and how clever was the Sahib! No matter, I saved the life of one ...

Where is the Kamboh gone, Holy One ?' he whispered, as he took his seat in the now crowded compartment.
'A fear gripped him,' the lama replied, with a touch of tender malice.
'He saw thee change the Mahratta to a Saddhu in the twinkling of an eye, as a protection against evil.