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Talbot Mundy The Marriage of Meldrum Strange… (1923)

Something Charley said after that made Jeff laugh, and the deep note boomed along a glade.
“Hey! Where are you?” shouted another voice, and Ommony chuckled.
From about a hundred yards away there came a noise greater than that of ten tigers, as a heavy man thrust his way against dry branches.
“Better rescue him, hadn’t I?” asked Jeff.
“He’s in safe hands.”
“Send Diana.”
“No, he’d think she was a wild beast and shoot her. I’ll manage it.”
Ommony put two fingers to his teeth and whistled. Within the minute a jungli appeared in an opening and stood waiting without any visible emotion.
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Talbot Mundy The Marriage of Meldrum Strange… (1923)

Strange was bitter with ingrowing disappointment. Nothing in the circumstances was likelier, thought Ommony, than that in the twinkling of an eye, his new internationally interwoven system of bureaus of impertinent information should be changed into the thousand fanged heads of an industrial monster. A wolf is a wolf. A man who is afraid imagines things.
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Talbot Mundy The Marriage of Meldrum Strange… (1923)

But he was set on his purpose now. No argument from Jeff or any one was going to move him one iota. Charley should go home. Jeff and he would ride about the forest, appraising it, and killing big game. He strode up the steps of Ommony’s bungalow as if he owned the place, and Jeff intercepted Ommony.
“D’you care if I’m in there alone with him first for a minute or two?” Jeff asked.
“Very much. I object!”
“I want a minute’s talk with him. If he answers back, I’ll thrash him. He may have the tiger, but he can’t treat Charley that way, and keep me. I’m through with the brute.”
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