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country, but he was really too ill to travel alone, 

 so I suggested sending him to the hospital. Hated 

 word ! to a native, though I cannot imagine why. 

 Anything rather than that. So he secretly sent for 

 another juggler, though I had told him not to 

 waste any more money on such a foolish thing, but 

 to drink the new medicine and the milk I sent him 

 every day. The jadoo-man did come, however, and 

 I heard afterwards that seven of Gunga's friends 

 sat round him in a semicircle, while the jadoo-man 

 made three marks on the patient's arms with a 

 piece of chalk-like substance, then rubbed it with a 

 holy stone from the Ganges, all the while chanting 

 incantations and burning incense. Suddenly the 

 evil spirit in Gunga made him rise up in a sitting 

 posture, after he had been lying for days, too weak 

 to move a finger, unassisted. So the story goes. 

 He began to rock backwards and forwards. The 

 juggler, addressing the spirit, said slowly three 

 times : 



"Will you come out? Will you come out? 

 Will you come out?" 



The devil, in Gunga's voice, answered, " I will 

 come out." 



