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Updated: May 26, 2025
It was just ten days then since the date of my departure in quest of the missing man. So my mind was at ease; according to the patel's promise, there remained yet four days of safety for Baji Lal and Devaka. "But all at once fear smote my heart. There was a strange absence of people in the fields and on the outskirts of the village.
Do not let her perish. Chunda Das, cut my bonds, that I may save her or die with her. "I was about to sever the thongs that confined his wrists and ankles, when the patel laid a detaining hand on my shoulder. "'Not so fast, not so fast, if you please. We have not yet seen Sheikh Ahmed, and Baji Lal is still condemned to die.
"'Is it your belief, Bimjee, I asked, 'that the stranger was really done to death in Baji Lal's home? "'No, he answered decisively. 'But all the same, I have the evidence of my own ears that a curse has fallen upon the place. "For the moment I made no further comment, but sat silent, revolving the strange story in my mind.
"'Can you account for the strange wailing around the house of Baji Lal? I asked of the Sheikh. "He hesitated a moment before making answer. "'To me it is all a mystery, he said at last. 'Some one, perhaps, is playing a trick upon them. "'A sorry trick, I commented bitterly. "'But their home must certainly be saved, he added.
"'When I saw the tongues of flame actually curling about the home of Baji Lal, I became oblivious of aught else save the rescue of the priceless harp from destruction. Through the blinding smoke I groped my way to my old sleeping room. I nearly succumbed three or four times before I managed to tear down the tent-cloth.
I am a stranger in this land, O mother of the Gypsies, and scarcely know how to provide for myself, much less for a romi. Gypsy Mother. She wants no one to provide for her, my London Caloro, she can at any time provide for herself and her ro. She can hokkawar, tell baji, and there are few to equal her at stealing a pastesas. What, say you, my London Caloro, what say you to my plan? Myself.
On every hand there was loud acclaim for the Sheikh and his noble generosity, and Devaka's gold chain, which she now held timidly in her hand, was the object of many admiring glances, and drew for her general words of congratulation. "At last all had gone their several ways, leaving Baji Lal and his wife, Bimjee and myself, alone beneath the pipul tree.
"When we got within clear view of the house, I saw that faggots had been placed all around it, and that these were already alight, giving forth the smoke we had seen from a distance. I looked about me in dread. Where were Baji Lal and Devaka? I questioned a man who was blocking my way. He turned round, and, to my joy, I recognized Bimjee, the barber.
My reverie, however, was of short duration, for all of a sudden Bimjee sprang to his feet in great excitement. "'Look, look, he cried, pointing to a crowd of villagers coming in our direction. 'At last they have laid hold of Baji Lal and his wife, and are bringing them here for punishment.
"The leader of the crowd approached me, and in a respectful voice said they were sorry to refuse my request, but a crime had been committed that disgraced the whole community. The spirit of a murdered man haunted the house of Baji Lal and Devaka, and cried to heaven for vengeance.
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