So that last meeting was over, and I felt as wretched as Garm, who moaned in his sleep all night.
Once, and only once, did I see Garm at all contented with his surroundings.
I instructed Garin to take him to the Fort, and Garm marched him solemnly up to the gate, one mile and a half under a hot sun, and I told the quarter-guard what had happened; but the young artilleryman was more angry than was at all necessary when they began to laugh.
If I moved from one room to another Garin followed; if my pen stopped scratching, Garm's head was thrust into my hand; if I turned, half awake, on the pillow, Garm was up and at my side, for he knew that I was his only link with his master, and day and night, and night and day, his eyes asked one question--"When is this going to end?"
They pronounced upon his symptoms, and I told them his story, and Garm lay on a sofa licking my hand.
"Garm," I said, "we are going back to Stanley at Kasauli.
"When I say 'Go,' we'll go, Garm." I pulled out the little blanket coat and spiked collar that Vixen always wore up in the Hills to protect her against sudden chills and thieving leopards, and I let the two smell them and talk it over.
That same afternoon we three and Kadir Buksh began to pack for our month's holiday, Vixen rolling in and out of the bullock-trunk twenty times a minute, and Garm grinning all over and thumping on the floor with his tail.
It was all new to Garm. He did not understand carriages where you lay at full length on your bedding, but Vixen knew and hopped into her place at once; Garin following.
So we rolled, barking and yelping, into Kalka for lunch, and Garm ate enough for two.
Here, again, Vixen led Garm from one carriage to the other; jumped into the back seat, and shouted.
yow!" bayed Garm. Kadir Buksh sat on the front seat and smiled.