Thana had been treated as we said. There was smoke and breaking and blood and trampled earth.
"Ride now, Maula Baksh," said the Havildar, "to the house of the Stunt Sahib, and carry the news of the dacoity.
"Do you also, Afzal Khan, run there, and take heed that you are mired with sweat and dust on your in-coming. The blood will be dry on the clothes. I will stay and send a straight report to the Dipty Sahib,[1] and we will catch certain that ye know of, villagers, so that all may be ready against the Dipty Sahib's arrival."
Thus Maula Baksh rode and I ran hanging on the stirrup, and together we came in an evil plight before the Tiger of Gokral-Seetarun in the Rohestri tehsil. Our tale was long and correct, Sahib, for we gave even the names of the dacoits and the issue of the fight and besought him to come. But The Tiger made no sign, and only smiled coldly after the manner of Sahibs when they have a wickedness in their hearts. "Swear ye to the rapport?" said he, and we said:—"Thy servants swear. The blood of the fight is but newly dry upon us. Judge thou if it be the blood of the servants of the Presence, or not." And he said:—"I see. Ye have done well." But he did not call for his horse or his devil-carriage and scour the land as was his custom. He said:—"Rest now and eat bread for ye be wearied men. I will wait the coming of the Dipty Sahib."
Now it is the order that the Havildar of the Thana should send a straight report of all dacoities to the Dipty Sahib. At noon came he, a fat man and an old, and overbearing withal, but we of the Thana had no fear of his anger; dreading more the silences of The Tiger of Gokral-Seetarun. With him came Ram Baksh, the Havildar, and the others, guarding ten men of the village of Howli—all men evil affected towards the Police of the Sirkar. As prisoners they came, the irons upon their hands, crying for mercy—Imam Baksh, the farmer, who had denied his wife to the Havildar, and others, ill-conditioned rascals against whom we of the Thana bore spite. It
- ↑ The Deputy Commissioner.
