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'Mister Rajah Sahib has just about put his foot in the holes. He will have to explain offeecially how the deuce-an'-all he is writing love-letters to the Czar. And they are very clever maps ... and there is three or four Prime Ministers of these parts implicated by the correspondence. By Gad, sar!
Seemingly he was taking up the thread where it had been dropped earlier in the night; what was it about? Desmond asked himself the question without much interest, and was again allowing his thoughts to rove when he caught the word "sahib," and then the word "Firangi" somewhat loudly spoken. Immediately afterwards there was a low hiss from the Gujarati, as of one warning another to speak lower.
That was in the monsoon holidays, after he had taken the prize for mathematics. The Christmas holidays he spent deducting ten days for private amusements with Lurgan Sahib, where he sat for the most part in front of a roaring wood-fire Jakko road was four feet deep in snow that year and the small Hindu had gone away to be married helped Lurgan to thread pearls.
He was only following his instincts, voices that such forces as maturity and grown-up intelligence and self-consciousness obscure in older men and the terror of the jungle could not touch him. He went straight to do what service he could for the white sahib that was one of his lesser gods. Time after time he halted, but always he pushed on a few more feet.
"Yes; a rat, Sahib," answered Ram Dass, also whispering. "There are many in the walls." "Ugh!" exclaimed the young man. "It is a wonder the child is not terrified of them." Ram Dass made a gesture with his hands. He also smiled respectfully. He was in this place as the intimate exponent of Sara, though she had only spoken to him once.
I might be a leading Muhammadan pleader. I might be received even at the Commissioner's tennis-parties where the English stand on one side and the natives on the other, in order to promote social intercourse throughout the Empire. Heart's Heart," said he to Lalun quickly, "the Sahib says that I ought to quit you." "The Sahib is always talking stupid talk," returned Lalun, with a laugh.
There was a palanquin, for the up-keep of which we were forced to pay nine-tenths of our monthly wage. On such mulctings Dearsley Sahib allowed us to make obeisance to him before the palanquin. What could we do? We were poor men. He took a full half of our wages. Will the Government repay us those moneys? Those three men in red coats bore the palanquin upon their shoulders and departed.
The servant raised the flap of the tent. "Huzoor, the Sahib is here," he said, and at once both the voices were stilled. As Thresk stood in the doorway both the man and the woman turned. The man, with a little confusion in his manner, came quickly towards him. Over his shoulder Thresk saw Stella Ballantyne staring at him, as if he had risen from the grave.
He paused; there was sound of hard breathing. "Tell it us," said the Gujarati eagerly. "You are one of us, Fuzl Khan?" "The plan! the plan! Is not my back mangled? Have I not endured the tank? Is not freedom sweet to me as to another? The plan, sahib! I swear, I Fuzl Khan, to be true to you and all; only tell me the plan." "You shall have the plan in good time. First I have a thing to say.
The mess was left alone with the carbine-thief, who laid his head on the table and wept bitterly, hopelessly, and inconsolably as little children weep. Hira Singh leapt to his feet. "Colonel Sahib," said he, "that man is no Afghan, for they weep Ai! Ai! Nor is he of Hindustan, for they weep Oh! Ho! He weeps after the fashion of the white men, who say Ow! Ow!"
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