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“
The
rain
was
still
falling
steadily
,
for
it
was
just
the
beginning
of
the
wet
season
.
Brown
,
heavy
clouds
were
drifting
across
the
sky
,
and
it
was
hard
to
see
more
than
a
stone
-
cast
.
A
deep
moat
lay
in
front
of
our
door
,
but
the
water
was
in
places
nearly
dried
up
,
and
it
could
easily
be
crossed
.
It
was
strange
to
me
to
be
standing
there
with
those
two
wild
Punjaubees
waiting
for
the
man
who
was
coming
to
his
death
.
“
Suddenly
my
eye
caught
the
glint
of
a
shaded
lantern
at
the
other
side
of
the
moat
.
It
vanished
among
the
mound
-
heaps
,
and
then
appeared
again
coming
slowly
in
our
direction
.
“
‘
Here
they
are
!
’
I
exclaimed
.
“
‘
You
will
challenge
him
,
Sahib
,
as
usual
,
’
whispered
Abdullah
.
‘
Give
him
no
cause
for
fear
.
Send
us
in
with
him
,
and
we
shall
do
the
rest
while
you
stay
here
on
guard
.
Have
the
lantern
ready
to
uncover
,
that
we
may
be
sure
that
it
is
indeed
the
man
.
’
“
The
light
had
flickered
onwards
,
now
stopping
and
now
advancing
,
until
I
could
see
two
dark
figures
upon
the
other
side
of
the
moat
.
I
let
them
scramble
down
the
sloping
bank
,
splash
through
the
mire
,
and
climb
half
-
way
up
to
the
gate
,
before
I
challenged
them
.
“
‘
Who
goes
there
?
’
said
I
,
in
a
subdued
voice
.
“
‘
Friends
,
’
came
the
answer
.
I
uncovered
my
lantern
and
threw
a
flood
of
light
upon
them
.
The
first
was
an
enormous
Sikh
,
with
a
black
beard
which
swept
nearly
down
to
his
cummerbund
.
Outside
of
a
show
I
have
never
seen
so
tall
a
man
.
The
other
was
a
little
,
fat
,
round
fellow
,
with
a
great
yellow
turban
,
and
a
bundle
in
his
hand
,
done
up
in
a
shawl
.
He
seemed
to
be
all
in
a
quiver
with
fear
,
for
his
hands
twitched
as
if
he
had
the
ague
,
and
his
head
kept
turning
to
left
and
right
with
two
bright
little
twinkling
eyes
,
like
a
mouse
when
he
ventures
out
from
his
hole
.
It
gave
me
the
chills
to
think
of
killing
him
,
but
I
thought
of
the
treasure
,
and
my
heart
set
as
hard
as
a
flint
within
me
.
When
he
saw
my
white
face
he
gave
a
little
chirrup
of
joy
and
came
running
up
towards
me
.
“
‘
Your
protection
,
Sahib
,
’
he
panted
,
—
‘
your
protection
for
the
unhappy
merchant
Achmet
.
I
have
travelled
across
Rajpootana
that
I
might
seek
the
shelter
of
the
fort
at
Agra
.
I
have
been
robbed
and
beaten
and
abused
because
I
have
been
the
friend
of
the
Company
.
It
is
a
blessed
night
this
when
I
am
once
more
in
safety
,
—
I
and
my
poor
possessions
.
’
