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 Men were running along beside the train with trays of things to sell, balanced on their heads. Some were filled with fruits, others with pots of tea. Some were piled with long-handled fans of braided reeds or round ones made of bright peacock feathers. The Sahib stopped one of the men and bought Rhamon a little bag of candied pumpkin and a small red clay pot filled with sweet sticky cakes trimmed with tiny bits of beaten silver.

Suddenly Rhamon saw a tall man who looked like his father. He was glancing all about him as he came through the crowd. Then he saw Rhamon with the American Sahib and flashed them a smile. It was Rhamon's uncle who owned the shop in Lahore.

Now the American Sahib and the Mem Sahib were leaving, on another train. Already the porters were throwing their bags and bundles through the windows of one of the cars. Rhamon had just time to say good-by before the Sahib jumped on the moving train. Slowly it