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That is sufficient, and I will tell the tale to all my children, asking for no proof." "Over-much civility is sometimes no better than over-much discourtesy, for, as the saying is, one can choke a guest with curds. I do NOT desire that any children of thine should know that the Mugger of Mugger-Ghaut took his only wound from a woman.
Not a villager of Mugger-Ghaut would dare to come after him. See, I said it was a gun! Now, with good luck, we shall feed before daylight. He cannot hear well out of water, and this time it is not a woman!" A shiny barrel glittered for a minute in the moonlight on the girders.
At first I would not go, for my cousin, who is a fish-eater, does not always know the good from the bad; but I heard my people talking in the evenings, and what they said made me certain." "And what did they say?" the Jackal asked. "They said enough to make me, the Mugger of Mugger-Ghaut, leave water and take to my feet.
At last even I was afraid, for I said: 'If this thing happen to men, how shall the Mugger of Mugger-Ghaut escape? There were boats, too, that came up behind me without sails, burning continually, as the cotton-boats sometimes burn, but never sinking." "Ah!" said the Adjutant. "Boats like those come to Calcutta of the South.
"Assuredly, Father, I might have known," said the Jackal. A mugger does not care to be called a father of jackals, and the Mugger of Mugger-Ghaut said as much and a great deal more which there is no use in repeating here. "The Protector of the Poor has claimed kinship. How can I remember the precise degree? Moreover, we eat the same food. He has said it," was the Jackal's reply.
"Anything," said the Mugger, shutting his left eye again "ANYTHING is possible that comes out of a boat thrice the size of Mugger-Ghaut. My village is not a small one." There was a whistle overhead on the bridge, and the Delhi Mail slid across, all the carriages gleaming with light, and the shadows faithfully following along the river.
Bring me my gun. I could hear him before I could see him each sound that he made creaking and puffing and rattling his gun, up and down the river. As surely as I had picked up one of his workmen, and thus saved great expense in wood for the burning, so surely would he come down to the Ghaut, and shout in a loud voice that he would hunt me, and rid the river of me the Mugger of Mugger-Ghaut!
It clanked away into the dark again; but the Mugger and the Jackal were so well used to it that they never turned their heads. "Is that anything less wonderful than a boat thrice the size of Mugger-Ghaut?" said the bird, looking up. "I saw that built, child. After the first pier was made they never thought to look down the stream for the body to burn. There, again, I saved much trouble.
"No one is all happy from his beak to his tail," said the Adjutant sympathetically. "What does the Mugger of Mugger-Ghaut need more?" "That little white child which I did not get," said the Mugger, with a deep sigh. "He was very small, but I have not forgotten. I am old now, but before I die it is my desire to try one new thing.
On the left shore, and almost under the railway bridge, stood a mud-and-brick and thatch-and-stick village, whose main street, full of cattle going back to their byres, ran straight to the river, and ended in a sort of rude brick pier-head, where people who wanted to wash could wade in step by step. That was the Ghaut of the village of Mugger-Ghaut.
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