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But for four or five inches of straight stature, and a foot, perhaps, of chest-girth, he was a second edition of the Cunnigan-bahadur who had raised and led a regiment and licked peace into a warring countryside; and though he was that much bigger than his father had been, they dubbed him "Chota" Cunnigan on the instant. And that means "Little Cunningham."
Who knows how young Cunnigan will shape? Where is he? Overseas yet! He must prove himself, as his father did, before he can hope to lead a free regiment of horse!" "Then Cunnigan-bahadur's watch-word 'For the peace of India, is dead-died with him?" asked Mahommed Gunga. "We are each for our own again?" "I have spoken!" answered Alwa.
But they needed something more than words before they pledged the word that no Rajput gentleman will ever break. "Find us a Cunnigan bring him to us prove him to us and if a blade worth having from end to end of Rajputana is not at his service, I myself will gut the Hindoo owner of it! That is my given word!" said Alwa. "He had a son," said Mahommed Gunga quietly. "True.
"Not all the English are like Cunnigan! A Cunnigan could have five thousand men the minute that he asked for them!" "Am I a wizard? Can I cast spells and bring dead men's spirits from the dead again? I know of no man to take his place," said Mahommed Gunga sadly.
This is the service of which I spoke! This is the beginning of the blood-spilling! I have brought thee the leader of whom we spoke in Howrah City. Dost remember, cousin? I recall thy words!" "Ay, I recall them. I said then that I would follow a second Cunnigan, could such be found." "And this is he!" vowed Mahommed Gunga. "Ho! But we Rangars have a leader! A man of men!" "But this plan of his?
I was a young man when Cunnigan-bahadur raised a regiment and licked the half of Rajputana into shape with it. Not too old, sahib, to wish there were another Cunnigan to ride with!" "Well, Mahommed Gunga, you're closer to your wish than you suppose! Young Cunningham's gazetted, and probably just about starting on his way out here via the Cape of Good Hope.
Respect were his, and homage and obeisance, for the Rajput saw to it. Of evenings, while they rested, but before the sun went down, the old risaldar would come with his naked sabre and defy "Chota" Cunnigan to try to touch him.
But the rest was all deliberately calculated to rouse the wicked envy of those who listened. He meant to make the son of "Pukka" Cunnigan feel, before he reached his heritage, that he was going up to something worth his while. To quote his own north-country metaphor, he meant to "make the colt come up the bit."
This loosing of the trapped wolf what of that?" "I neither know nor care, as yet! I trust him! I am his man, as I was his father's! I have seen him; I have heard him; I have felt his pulse in the welter of the wrath of God. I know him. Whatever plans he makes, whatever way he leads, those are my plans, my road! I serve the son of Cunnigan!"
"There be sahibs and then sahibs," said Mahommed Gunga. "Two kinds are the worst those who strike readily in anger and use bad language when annoyed, and those whose lips are thin and who save their vengeance to be wreaked later on. They are worse, either of them, than the sahib who is usually drunk." "And Cunnigan?" "Is altogether otherwise.
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