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"When I rode with Amir Khan," Hunsa resumed, "in loot there fell to the Chief's share a dancing girl, and Amir Khan, perhaps out of respect to his two wives, would visit her at night quietly in the tent that was given her as a place of residing." "Amir Khan seems to be less a Pindari and more a human than I thought him," Nana Sahib commented drily.
The surly one flared up at this; his ungovernable rage drew his hand to a knife in his belt, and his eyes blazed with the ferocity of a wounded tiger. "Ajeet," he snarled, "you are now Chief, but you are not Raja to command slaves." With a swift twist of his wrist Ajeet snatched the pitcher from the hand of Hunsa, saying: "Jamadar, it is the liquor that is in you, therefore you have had enough."
It appears that Gulab had taken it as an evidence that he had been killed, but when I sent a man for it she told him that the cloth was possessed of vermin and she had burned it." "But still, Chief, though Hunsa has an animal cunning, yet he could not make up such a story he has heard it somewhere."
"I will demand that Ajeet takes the Gulab to help secure Amir Khan and if he refuses I will give them no rations so that he will go on the decoity." "No, Dewan Sahib," Hunsa objected; "say nothing of the Gulab, because Ajeet will refuse, and then he will not go on a decoity, fearing a trap.
I knew that Hunsa had the ruby sewn in a corner of the turban, and when I had taken the stone I burned the turban in the fire, for it was like Hunsa very dirty." "Where did Hunsa get it?" "When the Bagrees killed the jewel merchant, that time the Sahib saved Bootea, he stole it from the other decoits, hiding it in his turban, because the Dewan wanted it."
There was a scream of terror from the throats of the women; a cry of horror from the Guru at this sacrilege the spilling of liquor upon the earth in anger at the feast of Bhowanee. Ajeet's strong fingers, slim bronzed lengths of steel, had gripped the wrist of his assailant as Bootea, darting forward, laid a hand upon the arm of Hunsa, crying, "Shame! shame!
"Just that you are not going on this mission, Ajeet;" then he laughed disagreeably. "If you are afraid to go Sookdee will be well without you," Ajeet retorted. Before more could be said in this way, and as they approached the camp, the lowing of a cow was heard. "Dost hear that, Guru?" Hunsa queried. "In a decoity is not the lowing of a cow in a village held to be an evil omen?"
You are like sweepers of low caste eaters of carrion, they who respect not Bhowanee. Shame! you are a dog a tapper of liquor!" At the touch of the Gulab on his arm, and the scorn in her eyes, Hunsa shivered and drew back, his head hanging in abasement, but his face devilish in its malignity.
Hunsa told the Dewan that if I were sent to dance before Amir Khan, some of the men going as musicians and actors, the Chief would fall in love with me, and that I could betray him to those who would kill him; that he would come to my tent at night unobserved because he has a wife with him and that Hunsa would creep into the tent and kill him as he slept; then we would escape."
If the case against the Sahib were short and decisive perhaps they might slice him into ribbons with their swords Hunsa would then have nothing to fear, and need not attempt flight. But the guard swept him back with the butt of his long smooth-bore, crying: "Dog, where go you?"
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