I have some young stuff coming on made by Heaven for the delicate and difficult polo-game . He has no equal . He -- ' ` Plays polo and waits at table . Yes . We know all that . What the deuce have you got there ? ' ` A. boy , ' said Mahbub gravely . ` He was being beaten by another boy . His father was once a white soldier in the big war . The boy was a child in Lahore city . He played with my horses when he was a babe . Now I think they will make him a soldier . He has been newly caught by his father 's Regiment that went up to the war last week . But I do not think he wants to be a soldier . I take him for a ride . Tell me where thy barracks are and I will set thee there . ' ` Let me go . I can find the barracks alone . ' ` And if thou runnest away who will say it is not my fault ? ' ` He 'll run back to his dinner .
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