“Oh, many have been killed!” This was an item that did not require the enumeration of details. _Hathis_ had gone _musth_, but not for long. _Hathis_ was horrified at the awfulness of the thing she had done. _Hathis_ was back in her pickets again, not realizing her own hurts, anticipating a clubbing on the toes, and in the immortal way of _hathis_, half suspecting that a clubbing was deserved. “I’d like to doze a little,” said Dicky. The student rose, but lingered. “Would Cobden Sahib permit me to ask one question?” “Why, of course, shoot--I mean--ask it.” “It is about that moment when you fell,” said Lala Relu Ram. “Rather, it was when I reached you, and had driven off my people who thought you were one of the English----” “Yes.” “You were partly out of the body--unconscious. Yet your eyes were open and you were speaking some word that I have never heard--several times, as you would speak the Holy Name in devotion, with breathing.” “What was that name?” Dicky inquired, pulling the bandage down farther over his eyes. “It is not one which I have ever heard in my speech or yours--that is why I ask. It was like this, ‘Pid-gee--Pid-gee.’” Dicky laughed. “That is--the fact is, that’s right curious,” he said. “I must have been ‘out of the body,’ as you say. That--that is a little expression we use in childhood!” * * * * * As Nagar stood under the light that evening, Dicky saw that his eyes, too, were burning with strange sorrow. Lala Relu Ram bowed himself out, walking backward. When they were alone, Nagar came to the bedside, drawing a chair, and his hand found the American’s. “We have not done well in Amritsar to-day.” “I don’t think you understand it quite,” Dicky said. “I was there this noon, at the place they call the Hallgate Bridge----” “There was violence,” said Nagar. “There were three volleys----” The Oriental smiled. “It is not the provocation that we deal with, but the losing of oneself in anger. Nothing remains to us but the fact that Amritsar lost its self-control.” “You think the Little Man will be unhappy about what has happened, when he comes?” “Mahatma-ji was arrested this morning at Kosi, served with an order not to enter Punjab, nor the district of Delhi, but to confine himself to the Bombay Presidency.” Dicky studied his friend. He couldn’t help feeling if Nagar had been at the Hallgate Bridge---- Finally he spoke: “I’m just a reporter, Nagar. I’m not granting that Gandhi knows it all or that the natives to-day are all right, and the English all wrong. Still, I can’t help wondering at what you ask of your people--as a reporter would ask, you understand. They turned the other cheek! They took the first volley and the second. I was there. No man has three cheeks. I saw it all in that minute between the second and third firing.” Nagar’s hand pressed his and Dicky lowered his voice, though his tone had not been loud.