n with a peculiar kind of silk, to
exchange for cotton cloth. He won't take money for it and he's easily
cheated. He won't talk--only that he's from the great Grass Jungle. He
usually calls it 'great.'"

"It must be possible to find," said Cadman, glancing at Skag. "What do
you say?"

"I'm with you," Skag answered.

"Now am I gone quite mad, or do I understand you?" the Doctor enquired.

"I think you understand us," Cadman answered.

The Doctor sprang up, exclaiming:

"I've often told you, Cadman, you Americans develop most extraordinary
surprises. Most remarkable men on earth for--for developing at the--at
the very moment, you understand!"

"Do you know anyone who might give us something on the locality?" Skag
asked Cadman.

"That's the point. I think I do," Cadman nodded. "But we'll have to go
and find out."

"My resources are at your disposal," the Doctor put in.

"Your resources have accomplished the first half," smiled Cadman. "It's
fair that the rest of it should be ours."

"Then what's to do?" the Doctor questioned.

"A few things to purchase first, easily done to-day," Cadman answered,
glancing out at the faint dawn. "Then, I know Dickson of the grain-foods
department, at Hurda--Central Provinces. He ought to be familiar with
the topography of all the inside country. We'll risk nothing by going to
him."

"Then away with you to bed and get one good sleep. The boy will bring
you a substantial choti-hazri when you're out of your bath at six. I
have a couple of small elephant-skin bags--you'll not find the like in
shops--they're made for the interior medical service."

So Cadman and Skag went up from Bombay that night on the Calcutta-bound
train, facing the far interior of India. The boy in Skag found joy in
every detail of his outfit; especially the elephant-skin bag, stocked
with necessary personal requirements and nothing more. But somewhere,
far out before him, lost in this mystery-land--was a woman. That woman
must be found.

"What's the secret about the Doctor?" he asked Cadman, after they had
been rolling through the night some hours.

"Nobody knows, unless it's a woman he didn't get," Cadman answered.

"What's the grip this wonder-woman has on him?"

"Beauty and music and life, in the superlative degree; when it all
happens together, in one woman--she grips."

After that they both dreamed vague man-dreams of Dhoop Ki Dhil.

"There stands Dickson Sahib himself!" Cad