"Thin we heard Bhuldoo, the dacoit, shoutin' to the hekka man, an' wan of the young divils brought his stick down on the top av the hekka-cover, an' Benira Thrigg inside howled 'Murther an' Death. Buldoo takes the reins and dhrives like mad for the jhil, havin' dishpersed the hekka-dhriver 'oo cum up to us an' 'e sez, sez 'e, 'That Sahib's nigh mad with funk!
Afther a while Bhuldoo an' his bhoys flees. Have ye iver seen a rale live Lord thryin' to hide his nobility undher a fut an' a half av brown swamp-wather? Tis the livin' image av a water-carrier's goatskin wid the shivers. It tuk toime to pershuade me frind Benira he was not disimbowilled: an' more toime to get out the hekka.
Wot devil's work 'ave you led me into? 'Hall right, sez we, 'you catch that there pony an' come along. This Sahib's been decoited, an' we're going to resky 'im! Says the driver, 'Decoits! Wot decoits? That's Buldoo the budmash' 'Bhuldoo be shot! sez we, ''Tis a woild dissolute Pathan frum the hills. There's about eight av thim coercin' the Sahib.