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Business brevity; 2, absence of emotion; 3, smallness of the parties encountered by the 60; 4, variety in character and quality of the game captured; 5, Hindoo and Mohammedan chiefs in business together for Bhowanee; 6, the sacred caste of the Brahmins not respected by either; 7, nor yet the character of that mendicant, that Byragee.
And Hunsa, who had turned to slip away, was jerked back to where he had stood. "It is that one," Bootea declared, sweeping a hand toward Hunsa. "About his waist is even now the yellow-and-white roomal that is the weapon of Bhowanee. With that he killed Amir Khan. Take it from him, and see if there be not black hairs from the beard of the Chief in its soft mesh."
I there, yis. But I use no roomal." "Not then, but you did later." Hokar shook his head. "I use no roomal. Zat Sahib one eye bad, ver bad. Bhowanee, no have one eye. No Bhungees, no Bhats, no " "What are you talking about?" said Hurd, angrily. His reading had not told him that no maimed persons could be offered to the goddess of the Thugs.
It was one Hunsa, a thug, and though the thugs worship Bhowanee, they are worse than the mhangs who are of no caste at all." As Barlow came to where the town reached to the river bank he saw that the concourse of people was heading south along the river. This was rather strange, for a bridge of stone arches traversed by the aid of two islands the Nahal to the other side.
"They are equal in honour with Bhowanee," the Guru replied: "they slay for profit, even as you do, and among you are those who are thugs, for I minister to both." Then the Guru buried his shrivelled skull in his thin hands and drooped forward in silent listening.
Then Hunsa, having repeated the appeal to Bhowanee, strode toward the goal, and reaching it, cast the iron shot to the ground, holding up his hand in triumph. His was the hand of a gorilla, thick skinned, rough and hard like that of a workman, and now it showed no sign of a burning. "What say you, Ajeet Singh?" Sookdee asked.
"But out there thou denounced those sons of depraved parents in defence of Ajeet; thou bound up his hand as a mother dresses the wounds of a child in her love even mocked Bhowanee and the ordeal; then sayest thou there is no love in thy heart for Ajeet." "There is not; just the tie such as is between us, that is all. I never learned love I was but a pawn, a prize.
"Very well," declared Ajeet, "we will go on this mission. But remember this, Hunsa, that if there is treachery, if we are cast into the hands of the Dewan, I swear by Bhowanee that I will have your life." "Treachery!" It was the snarl of an enraged animal, and Hunsa sprang to his feet. He whirled, and facing Sookdee, said: "Let Bhowanee decide who is traitor let Ajeet and me take the ordeal."
In Hindi he said: "Ajeet Singh, if you are a Bagree decoit you are in the protection of Bhowanee, and you make oath to her." "Yes, Sahib." "This is Bhowanee, that is your name for Kali, and with obeisance to her make oath that you will tell the truth." "Yes, Sahib, it is the proper way." "Proceed."
There was a scream of terror from the throats of the women; a cry of horror from the Guru at this sacrilege the spilling of liquor upon the earth in anger at the feast of Bhowanee. Ajeet's strong fingers, slim bronzed lengths of steel, had gripped the wrist of his assailant as Bootea, darting forward, laid a hand upon the arm of Hunsa, crying, "Shame! shame!
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