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Updated: May 3, 2025
When Ajeet, with a deep salaam, had gone from the room Hodson threw himself back in his chair wearily and sighed. Then he said: "A woman! the jamadar was lying all that stuff about Nana Sahib. There's been some deviltry; they've used this woman to trap the messengers; that's India. It's the papers they were after; they must have known they were coming; and they've hidden the woman.
But Bootea's sharp eyes had been busy. She had watched the blacksmith, to whom Ajeet had paid little attention. In the faces of Hunsa and Sookdee she had caught flitting expressions of treachery. She knew that Ajeet had been guiltless of treason to the others, for she had been close to him. Besides she had, when roused, an imperious temper.
May the village be destroyed; and the patil when he dies come back to earth a snake, to crawl upon his belly." "The headman even refused to give the holy one the gift of silver tendering instead threats," Ajeet added. The merchant spat his contempt: "Wretches!" he declared; "debased associates of skinners of dead animals, and scrapers of skulls; Bah!" and he spat again.
I would have been killed but for this protection," and Ajeet rubbed affectionately the beautiful strong shirt-of-mail that enwrapped his torso. "And observe, Sahib, the wound is from behind, which is a wound of treachery.
I have seen men writhe in agony and die ten times before it was an end." "But a caste is a caste," Ajeet objected, "and the manner of the caste. We are decoits, and we only slay when there is no other way."
She turned to the Chief. "Here I have cocoanut oil and a bandage of soft muslin. Hold to me your hand, Ajeet." "It is not needed, Gulab, star-flower," the Chief declared proudly.
"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."
"No; it was not his ruby; and to obtain it he will set Ajeet free." "I'll do that, Gulab," Barlow agreed, and the girl's hand pushed up from the folds of the blanket to caress his cheek, and her face nestled against his shoulder.
"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.
The Dewan, also speaking in English, said, "I doubt if Ajeet would consent to the girl's going to the Pindari camp." Nana Sahib swung on his heel to face Baptiste. "Sirdar, when you give an order to a soldier and he refuses to obey, what do you do?" "Pouf, mon Prince," and Jean Baptiste snapped a thumb and finger expressively. "See, Dewani?"
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