Where are your horse-trucks ?' 'A little to this side of the farthest place where they make lamps for the trains.'-- 'The signal-box! Yes.' 'And upon the rail nearest to the road upon the right-hand side--looking up the line thus.

But as regards Lutuf Ullah--a tall man with a broken nose, and a Persian greyhound Aie!' The boy had hurried off to wake up a young and enthusiastic policeman; for, as he said, the Railway had suffered much from depredations in the goods-yard.

Mahbub Ali chuckled in his dyed beard.
'They will walk in their boots, making a noise, and then they will wonder why there are no fakirs.

They are very clever boys--Barton Sahib and Young Sahib.' He waited idly for a few minutes, expecting to see them hurry up the line girt for action.

A light engine slid through the station, and he caught a glimpse of young Barton in the cab.
'I did that child an injustice.