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to write English a little at the madrissah. I shall soon be altogether a Sahib.'
'Hear him!' laughed Mahbub, looking at the little drenched figure dancing in the wet. 'Salaam—Sahib,' and he saluted ironically. 'Well, art thou tired of the Road, or wilt thou come on to Umballa with me and work back with the horses?'
'I come with thee, Mahbub Ali.'
