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Updated: July 13, 2025
The Dewan intimated that Hunsa would get a nice private reward for this particular gem, if by chance he could, quite secretly, procure it for him. Next day was a busy one in the Bagree camp. Having followed the profession of decoits and thugs for generations it was with them a fine art; unlimited pains were taken over every detail.
And behind something was pressing him to his death. The other Bagree springing to the assistance of Hunsa had looped his roomal about the Sahib's throat with the art of a thug.
Nana Sahib queried; "I like Hunsa's idea; and you've heard what the Commandant says." The Dewan turned to the Bagree, "Will Ajeet consent to the Gulab acting thus?" Hunsa's answer was illuminating: "The Chief will agree to it if he can't help himself." There was a lull, each one turning this momentous thing over in his mind.
He drew a knife from his sash and slit the tops off, muttering: "If it is here, the message of value, it will be between the two skins of the soles." Now they lay flat and snug in his hand as he quickened his pace. The Gulab heard the shot at the Bagree camp, and Hunsa found her trembling from apprehension. "What has happened, Jamadar?" she cried.
So the Dewan sent for Ajeet, Hunsa and Sookdee, and declared that if the Bagree contingent of murder did not start at once for the Pindari camp he would have them taken up for the decoity. It was Ajeet who answered the Dewan: "Dewan Sahib, we be men who undertake all things in the favour of Bhowanee, and we make prayer to that goddess.
I will tell it all, though it might be thought a treachery to the decoits. As to being false to one's own clan Ajeet is, because he is a Bagree but I am not." Barlow pondered over this statement. The girl had mystified him that is as to her breeding. Sometimes she spoke in the first person and again in the third person, like so many natives, as if her language had been picked up colloquially.
Once his evil eyes rested on Kassim and involuntarily a hand twitched toward the dagger hilt; but at that instant he was pinioned, both arms, by a Pindari on either side. Then, standing rigid, he said: "I am Hunsa, a Bagree, a servant of Bhowanee; I am not afraid. May she bring the black plague upon all the Pindaris, who are dogs that worship a false god."
He would have told the Bagree to wait, but Nana Sahib, catching the name Hunsa, commanded: "By all means, my dear Baptiste, have that living embodiment of murder in. His face is a delight. You know" and he smiled at the General "that that frightfulness of expression is the very reason why the genial Kali has such a hold upon our people.
Thou wouldst not get far." When the two had gone Kassim clapped his hands together: "Now then for the ordeal, the search for truth," he declared. Hot wood-ashes were poured into the horse-bag, and, protesting, cursing, struggling, the powerful Bagree was dragged to the centre of the room. "Who sent thee to murder Amir Khan?" Kassim asked. "Before Bhowanee, Prince, I did not kill him!"
The voice of the Bagree Chief, somewhat coarse in its fulness, its independence, now was heard saying: "Sirdar Sahib, and Dewan Sahib, we men of the nine castes of the Bagrees now make the sacred oath. Come close that ye may observe." Jean Baptiste edged his horse to the side of the road, and the Dewan, heaving from the palki, stood upright.
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