human
By Jove! and Barlow, suddenly cognisant that he had practically arrived at the end of his ride, that the windmill of Don Quixote stood yonder on the hill, realised that in a sense, so far as Bootea was concerned, he had just drifted. Now he asked:
gpt
I'm afraid, little girl, your Sahib is somewhat of a fool, for I have not asked where you want me to take you.
human
Yonder, Sahib,
gpt
Where shall I put you down that will be near your place of rest, your friends?
human
Is there a memsahib in the home of the Sahib?
gpt
No, Bootea, not so lucky--nobody but servants.
human
Then I will go to the bungalow of the Sahib.
gpt
Confusion!
human
No, Sahib, not because of Bootea; one does not sleep in the lap of a god.
gpt
All right, girl, he answered--
human
Within it can be arranged for a rest place for you.
gpt
Take the horse to the stable, Jungwa, and tell the _syce_ to undress him. Remember to keep that monkey tongue of yours between your teeth for in my room hangs a bitter whip. It is a lie that I have not ridden home alone,