With the awful persistence of approaching doom, scrawny, scantily garbed but great-souled St. Gandhi trudged on last week, hot-stepping toward the sea (TIME, March 24 et seq.).
Sunbeams dancing on the hard road made the barefoot Saint's steps hot. Eighteen of the 79 disciples who tried to hot-step after him dropped exhausted, were bundled into automobiles by friends of the saint, rushed to the nearest village, weeping because they had "failed the Master."
All India was tense, watching to see if His Majesty's Government would arrest Mr. Gandhi when he should reach...
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