where the jungly Bhils live, to do
with drilled men?"

"When Jan Chinn wakes is no time for any Bhil to be quiet."

"But he has not waked, Bukta."

"Sahib"--the old man's eyes were full of tender reproof--"if he does not
wish to be seen, why does he go abroad in the moonlight? We know he
is awake, but we do not know what he desires. Is it a sign for all the
Bhils, or one that concerns the Satpura folk alone? Say one little word,
Sahib, that I may carry it to the lines, and send on to our villages.
Why does Jan Chinn ride out? Who has done wrong? Is it pestilence? Is it
murrain? Will our children die? Is it a sword? Remember, Sahib, we
are thy people and thy servants, and in this life I bore thee in my
arms--not knowing."

"Bukta has evidently looked on the cup this evening," Chinn thought;
"but if I can do anything to soothe the old chap I must. It's like the
Mutiny rumours on a small scale."

He dropped into a deep wicker chair, over which was thrown his first
tiger-skin, and his weight on the cushion flapped the clawed paws over
his shoulders. He laid hold of them mechanically as he spoke, drawing
the painted hide, cloak-fashion, about him.

"Now will I tell the truth, Bukta," he said, leaning forward, the dried
muzzle on his shoulder, to invent a specious lie.

"I see that it is the truth," was the answer, in a shaking voice.

"Jan Chinn goes abroad among the Satpuras, riding on the Clouded Tiger,
ye say? Be it so. Therefore the sign of the wonder is for the Satpura
Bhils only, and does not touch the Bhils who plough in the north and
east, the Bhils of the Khandesh, or any others, except the Satpura
Bhils, who, as we know, are wild and foolish."

"It is, then, a sign for them. Good or bad?"

"Beyond doubt, good. For why should Jan Chinn make evil to those whom
he has made men? The nights over yonder are hot; it is ill to lie in one
bed over-long without turning, and Jan Chinn would look again upon
his people. So he rises, whistles his Clouded Tiger, and goes abroad
a little to breathe the cool air. If the Satpura Bhils kept to their
villages, and did not wander after dark, they would not see him. Indeed,
Bukta, it is no more than that he would see the light again in his own
country. Send this news south, and say that it is my word."

Bukta bowed to the floor. "Good Heavens!" thought Chinn, "and this
blinking pagan is a first-class officer, and as straight as a die! I may
as well round it off neatly." He