38/45 'He has come through Umballa at least, and there he has written a letter to me, having learned in the bazar that I was here.' 'Read,' said the Colonel, with a sigh of relief. It was absurd that a man of his position should take an interest in a little country-bred vagabond; but the Colonel remembered the conversation in the train, and often in the past few months had caught himself thinking of the queer, silent, self-possessed boy. His evasion, of course, was the height of insolence, but it argued some resource and nerve. "The Friend of all the World takes leave to go to his own places. He will come back upon the appointed day. |