Skag had never seen such a dog. For size, for proportions, for power, for dignity, he was quite beyond comparison.
"This is Nels, one of the four greatest hunters in India."
Nels came to him at once. With a searching regard he looked into Skag"s face one long moment, then a glow came up in his eyes and he swung about and stretched himself alongside Skag"s chair, reached his arms out before him and laid his chin on them, almost touching the man"s foot. Skag leaned over and stroked the big head. It felt like sealskin, but it was soft clean grey colour.
"Nels has adopted you, Wonder Man!"
The lady on the couch spoke like a small child, marvelling.
"I am glad to have his friendship. But I wish, if you will excuse me, I wish that you wouldn"t call me by that name. Skag is not my real name, but the few friends I have call me Skag. I"d be pleased if you would call me that."
"That"s very nice of you, but do you much mind? I like Wonder Man better."
"I don"t believe I quite understand why."
"Partly from things I"ve heard about you. But rather more on account of what I"ve seen just now. I fancy the natives are not far wrong and you are a wonder man to them. . . . If you do this sort of thing, delivering people who are in danger of their lives, and getting the devotion of creatures as hard to win as Nels, I can see that you are going to have a great reputation in this India. And you are not to be in the least disturbed if I call you Wonder Man; I am believing the t.i.tle is prophetic at least."
"What I"m doing for you is only what any man would do. If you hear me outside to-night, don"t be startled. I"ll get the beast as soon as I can. If there"s more than one, I"ll stay around till they"re cleaned out."
Soon after dusk Skag circled out into the jungle. He carried one of the best hunting-pieces made and plenty of ammunition. Taking a position in sight of the tent on the jungle side, he waited. Within half an hour a little puppy began to bark. No man alive could ever know it was anything but a puppy. It yapped and whimpered a while and then it began to get frightened. He moved toward it, but it stopped.
For several minutes there was silence. Then another one began back of him. He slipped through the shadows with the utmost caution, but before he got near it, it also stopped. This occurred several times.
At last, away in another direction, a wild, grating laugh broke out.
He turned at once and moved carefully but swiftly to come in range between it and the tent.
This laugh-thing was torture. It couldn"t stop. It was insane. He thought it would never be done. In a few minutes it was important to have it done. She had said it was to paralyse its prey. It was enough to paralyse anything. Then he jumped. Now _that_ was devilish! But he was coming closer to the sound and getting interested, when it stopped. So he followed it from place to place. Always, when he got near possible range, it stopped. Always it began in a few minutes in some other spot. There might be a dozen. . . .
And a woman, alone with two children and a dog, had endured this six nights out of seven, night after night all night, for five weeks. . . .
Near morning, toward the front, a sick baby began to cry. While he made his way around, his steps quickened to the very urge of its need.
He was quite near the tent when--a clear, high, agonised shriek. It was the girl! And he ran.
There was an instant when he did not realise anything. He just saw.
Fifty feet from the tent, the Great Dane dog, his head low, almost touching the ground, moving slowly, step by step--with a long, slender, white figure dragged bodily on his neck. Then he heard:
"Rodger! Keep back! Take care of Baby. Nels, _Nels_! Nels, you must _listen_ to me. . . . _Nels_!"
He caught hold of her and the dog at the same moment.
"Don"t let him go. _Don"t let go of Nels_!"
"All right, I won"t. Now will you go back to the tent, please? I"ve got Nels. I"m going with him."
"No, _the thing has happened_! I tell you, he doesn"t even know me!
Why do you want him to go at all?"
"Because they keep out of my range, alone. He"ll lead me to this one.
I"ll take care of him. Now go; will you please go back?"
"I don"t--"
A frantic scream from a boy"s throat and in the same instant the lifting cry of a younger child. Clear in the door-s.p.a.ce of the tent, behind them, two little figures clung together in the opening--and just at one side, close to the children, a dark, ungainly shape! Skag sprang three jumps toward the opposite side, dropped on one knee and fired. The shape bounced up, crumpled over and lay still.
They both ran to the children. Skag had just made sure the beast was dead, when he heard:
"Nels, Nels!--He is gone!"
"If you"ll shut the door safely, I"ll take care of Nels."
"It won"t fasten, but I"ll stay."
The Great Dane was not in sight but Skag knew the direction. He ran almost upon them. Nels stood, but crouched toward the ground. A shape rose against him--above his shoulders on the other side. Skag slipped around to reach it without hitting the dog. In the same instant Nels took a blow from the jungle beast"s head. The two swerved over toward one side. Skag set his gun-muzzle against the hyena"s neck--he could see that much--and blew it away from him. (There wouldn"t be much danger but it was dead.) Then he knelt, his hand instantly wet at Nels" throat. But the blood was not gushing, it was streaming. He put his arms underneath to lift him, but couldn"t do it alone. There was nothing to do but go for the girl.
"I"m sorry. I need your help. Dare we leave the children a minute?"
"Yes, Baby is falling asleep; and Rodger is brave, he will watch her. . . . Tell me, is Nels killed?"
"No, I think we can save him. But we must be quick."
She was by his side running, as he added:
"I know how to do it, when we get him to the light."
They worked together and it was all they could do, but they got Nels into the tent. She brought the materials he asked for, and while he stopped the flow of blood and dressed the wound, she went to the baby.
When he rose she was leaning over the child.
"I"m afraid something has happened to her! Her face is strange Her breath is not right. I wish Ayah would come; I don"t know a thing about babies!"
"Is there a doctor near?"
"Not this side Poona."
"I can go after him."
"You"re awfully good, but there will be no train before the one my husband comes up on. It"s a holiday. He would have been up last evening, only he had important business. I am not at liberty to determine about a physician, because he will be here so soon."
"Shall I go after the ayah?"
"That might help--thank you so much!"
Skag learned in the next two hours that there is nothing in life more difficult for a man to find, than servants" quarters in a native village. By full daylight he gave up and tramped back a considerable distance. As he approached the tent, an Englishman came out walking rapidly toward him. Police Commissioner Hichens had a very red face.
He spoke before Skag could see his eyes:
"Sir, I take pleasure in ordering you to leave my premises. You will be good enough not to be seen again in this vicinity."
"Yes? You--are--finding--fault--with--me?"