"To my hut," reiterated the reading voice. "I deemed it because of
devils first; but it was not. It was because of Carlone-_sahib_ who
could not be found,--only his clothes and pistol on my craft, stranded
on a sand-bank by the mid-channel.
"'He has not been killed,' said the Miss-_sahiba_ 'He would not have
fought with his clothes off. Nor did he go to fight. He would not have
left the pistol if he had. He has gone swimming, to get quicker and
find help. So he is drowned. He is in the river still, and I cannot
think of it. Am-ma! you know every inch of the river. Find him! Find
him!'
"Then I said: 'Yea, Miss-_sahiba_ I will find him when his body rises.
No man can find a dead one in the river till then.' But, as I spoke,
the son at his mother's breast left sucking, and cried aloud. The
Miss-_sahiba_ said it was but the gripes, but we--my house and I--knew
more than that. We knew it was the devils, winning a way because the
Miss was not content. So I said: 'I will find him while his beauty is
still on him, for you to see again,'--since that is in the heart of all
women, O Awarder of Justice. Thus at the dawn--the dawn after the dawn
of darkness--I, Am-ma, set out with my nets, seeing that fish, anyhow,
could be found, and the market would be dear, because none had come to
the bazaar during the commotion. So, remembering where my craft had
stranded, I went first to mid-channel; thus, working up, came to where
it had stranded once before. Then, seeing footmarks, I followed them,
till in an island, eating his bread, I found the evil-begotten Gu-gu.
"He had a knife in his bead belt, at the sight whereof I gave glory
to gods and devils alike, for I knew the handle of it. It was
Carlone-_sahib's shikar_ knife, and I had been his _shikari_ many a
time.
"So I said, 'Where gottest thou Carlone-_sahib's_ knife, Gu-gu?'
thinking to startle him. And it did. He said no word, but came at me
with it.
"So we fought. His right hand and mine on the knife, and our left arms
round each other's throat, choking us; and our legs wrestling. Till the
water grew too deep. Then we swam with them. But he said nothing, nor
did I. There was no need. We understood, as dogs do, that it was foe
and foe. So it came to the deep stream; his right hand and mine,
with the knife between them, and our teeth fixed in each other's
shoulders,--till I bethought me of his ear.
"Then he yelled, and let go; but I was after him as he dived. It was a
long race. Wherefore not? since we are the best swimmers in the river.
But I felt the cleave of the water from his foot at last, and spent
myself in one stroke. So I laid hold of his leg and ran my hand up till
I found his back. Then I used Carlone-_sahib's_ knife on him, and he
sank; and I sank too, with the blow.
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