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"I'd like to meet wi' the feller that told that yarn," said Jim Slagg.

"So should I," said Letta, laughing.

"You shall both have your wish, for there he stands," said Redpath, as
they dashed round the corner of a bit of jungle, on the other side of
which lay as pretty a bungalow as one could wish to see. A man-servant
who had heard the wheels, was ready at the gate to receive the reins,
while under the verandah stood a pretty little woman to receive the
visitors. Beside her was a black nurse with a white baby.

"Here we are, Flinn," said Redpath, leaping to the ground. "All well,
eh?"

"Sure we're niver anything else here, sor," replied Flinn, with a modest
smile.

"I've just been relating your electrical experiences to my friends,"
said the master.

"Ah! now, it's drawin' the long bow you've been," returned the man; "I
see it in their face."

"I have rather diluted the dose than otherwise," returned Redpath. "Let
me introduce Mr Slagg. He wishes to see Indian life in the
`servants'-hall.' Let him see it, and treat him well."

"Yours to command," said Flinn, with a nod as he led the horses away.
"This way, Mr Slug."

"Slagg, if you please, Mr Flinn," said Jim. "The difference between a
a an' a u ain't much, but the results is powerful sometimes."

While Slagg was led away to the region of the bungalow appropriated to
the domestics, his friends were introduced to pretty little Mrs
Redpath, and immediately found themselves thoroughly at home under the
powerful influence of Indian hospitality.

Although, being in the immediate neighbourhood of a veritable Indian
jungle, it was natural that both Sam and Robin should wish to see a
little sport among large game, their professional enthusiasm rose
superior to their sporting tendencies, and they decided next day to
accompany their host on a short trip of inspection to a neighbouring
telegraph station. Letta being made over to the care of the hostess,
was forthwith installed as assistant nurse to the white baby, whom she
already regarded as a delicious doll--so readily does female nature
adapt itself to its appropriate channels.

Not less readily did Jim Slagg adapt himself to one of the peculiar
channels of man's nature. Sport was one of Slagg's weaknesses, though
he had enjoyed very little of it, poor fellow, in the course of his
life. To shoot a lion, a tiger, or an elephant, was, in Slagg's
estimation, the highest possible summit of earthly