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Updated: June 20, 2025
"Take you something, Hunsa, and lock the box till we see," he said darting from the tent. Hunsa filled a pocket of his brocaded Jacket, but he was looking for the Akbar Lamp, the ruby. He lifted out a tray and ran his grimy hands through the maze of gold and silver wrought ornaments below. His fingers touched, at the very bottom, a bag of leather.
"And think you, Guru, that Ajeet will give you a present of rupees for this talk that is like the braying of an ass?" Hunsa growled. But Sookdee objected, saying: "Guru Lal is a holy man of age, and his blood runs without heat, therefore if he speaks, the words are not a matter for passion, but to be considered.
She laid a hand on Barlow's arm and her eyes were lifted pleadingly to his: "You must go, Sahib mount your horse and go, because " "Because of what?" "There are many, and you will be killed. Hunsa will bring others." "Others who are they?"
He untangled from the posture of sitting his parchment-covered matter of bones, and carrying in one hand a brocaded bag of black velvet and in the other a staff, with bowed head and mutterings started deeper into the jungle of cactus and slim whispering bamboo, followed by Ajeet, Sookdee and Hunsa.
The Dewan had intimated that Hunsa and his men were to wait until a messenger brought them word where and when to make the decoity. Also if he betrayed them, failed to keep his compact with them, it would cause him the loss of his ugly head. The jamadar quite believed this; it would be an easy matter, surrounded as they were by Mahratta troops.
Indeed they may know nothing but that there is some jewel, such as women love, to be given them." "Look you," cried Hunsa thrusting his coarse hand out toward the road, "even Bhowanee is in favour. See you not the jackal?" Turning their eyes in the direction Hunsa indicated, a jackal was seen slinking across the road from right to left.
And he had been somewhat out of practice he had regretted that; he was fearful of losing the art, the knack. About the fat paunch of the merchant was a silver-studded belt. Hunsa eyed this speculatively.
Barlow sprang to his feet and paced the floor; then he plumped into the chair again, saying: "What an unholy scheme, even for India. Gad! how I wish I'd killed the brute when I had the chance." "I did not know that Hunsa had proposed this neither did Ajeet; for they wanted to get him in their power through the decoity so that if he refused permission he might be killed.
Both Nana Sahib and the Dewan were pleased over what they deemed her sensible acquiescence in the scheme. As has been said, the Dewan, recognising the debased ferocity of Hunsa, had promised him the torture when he returned if Bootea had any cause of complaint.
"Hunsa," and Ajeet's voice was constrained in its deadliness, "that ass's voice of yours will yet bring you to grief." But Sookdee interposed: "Let us not quarrel," he said. "Ajeet no doubt has in his mind Bootea as I have Meena. And it would be well if the two were sent on the road in the cart, and when our work is completed we will follow.
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