beginnin' to end; and it's a blessed relief to me. Did ye ever hear the like?'
'At any rate, the old man has sent the money. Gobind Sahai's notes of hand are good from here to China,' said the Colonel. 'The more one knows about natives the less can one say what they will or won't do.'
'That's consolin'—from the head of the Ethnological Survey. It is this mixture of red bulls and rivers of healing (poor heathen, God help him!) an' notes of hand and Masonic certificates. Are you a Mason, by any chance?'
'By Jove, I am, now I come to think of it. That's an additional reason,' said the Colonel absently.
'I'm glad ye see a reason in it. But as I said, it's the mixture o' things that's beyond me. An' his prophesyin' to the Colonel sitting on my bed with his little shimmy torn open showing his white skin; an' the prophecy comin' true. They'll cure all that nonsense at St. Xavier's.'
'Sprinkle him with holy water then,' the Colonel laughed.
'On my word, I fancy I ought to sometimes. But I'm hoping he'll be brought up as a good Catholic. All that troubles me is what'll happen if the old beggar man'
'Lama, lama, my dear sir; and some of them are gentlemen in their own country.'
'The lama then fails to pay next year. He's a fine business head to plan on the spur of the moment, but he's bound to die some day. An' takin' a heathen's money to give a child a Christian education'
'But he said explicitly what he wanted. As soon as he knew the boy was a white he seems to have made his arrangements accordingly. I'd give a month's pay to hear how he explained it all at
