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Updated: May 26, 2025
Barlow lay just as he had flopped on the bed, his tiredness having held him as one dead. Gently the soft voice of the chowkidar pulled him back out of his Nirvana of non-existence, and he called sleepily, "What is it?" "It is Jungwa," the watchman answered, "and I have received the Sahib's order to come at this hour." Then Barlow remembered. He swung his feet to the floor, saying, "Come!"
A man of caste brings it, and it is but eggs from which no life has been taken, so you may eat. Then the chowkidar will go with you." Jungwa brought the breakfast and put it down, saying, "I will wait, Sahib, outside the bathroom door." "Here is money ten rupees for whatever is needed. Be courteous to the lady, for she is not a nautchni."
When the watchman had walked out of his sandals to approach in his bare feet, the Captain said, "Is your tongue still to remain in your mouth, Jungwa, or has it been made sacrifice to the knife for the sin of telling in the cookhouse tales of your Sahib and last night?" "No, Sahib, I have not spoken. I am a Meena of the Ossary jat.
A chowkidar, lean, like a mummified mendicant, rose up from a squeaking, roped charpoy and salaamed. "Take the horse to the stable, Jungwa, and tell the syce to undress him. Remember to keep that monkey tongue of yours between your teeth for in my room hangs a bitter whip. It is a lie that I have not ridden home alone," Barlow commanded.
"By Jove! right you are, Jungwa"; for Barlow had forgotten that the little breakfast, as it was called. Then he ran his fingers through his hair. To send the Gulab off without even a cup of tea was one thing; to admit the bearer to know of her presence was another.
Then, going out, he opened the door leading to the room of clamour, exclaiming angrily, "You fool, why do you scream in your dreams?" "God be thanked! it is the Sahib." The bearer flopped to his knees and put his hands in abasement upon his master's feet. Jungwa had rushed into the room, staff in hand, at the outcry. Now he stood glowering indignantly upon the grovelling bearer.
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