The tingling, triumphant tale of a white man in India, an animal trainer whose exploits gained him the name “Son of Power,” and who won his first victory over himself.
bye for this earth.
Many stories about Cadman had come to Skag in the three or four days of preparation–altogether astonishing adventures of his quest for death, but there was no record of Cadman’s choosing a friend, as he had done for this expedition. Skag never ceased to marvel at the sudden softenings, so singularly attractive, in Cadman’s look when he really began to talk. Sometimes it was like a sudden drop into summer after protracted frost, and the lines of the thin weathered face revealed the whole secret of yearning, something altogether chaste. And that was only the beginning. It was all unexpected; that was the charm of the whole relation. Skag found that Cadman had a real love for India; that he saw things from a nature full of delicate inner surfaces; that his whole difficulty was an inability to express himself unless he found just the receiving-end to suit. Indian affairs, town and field, an infinite variety, Cadman discussed penetratingly, but as one who looked on from the outside.