So when the Bagree leaders, closeted with Baptiste and the Dewan in a room of the latter's bungalow, learned what was expected of them they, to put it mildly, received a shock. They had thought that it was to be a decoity of treasure, perhaps of British treasure, and in their proficient hands such an affair did not run into much danger generally. The jamadars drew to one side and discussed the matter; then Ajeet said: "Dewan Sahib, what is asked of us should have been in the written message to our Raja. We be decoits, that is true, it is our profession, but the mission that is spoken of is not thus. Hunsa has ridden with Amir Khan upon a foray into Hyderabad, and he knows that the Chief is always well guarded, and that to try for his head in the midst of his troops would be like the folly of children." The Dewan's fat neck swelled with indignation; his big ox-like eyes bulged from their holding in anger: "Phut-t-t!" he spat in derision. "Bagrees!" he sneered; "descendants of Rajputs--bah! Have you brought women with you that will lead this force? And danger!" he snarled--he turned on Sookdee: "You are Sookdee, son of Bhart, so it was signed." "Yes, Dewan, it is true." "_You_ are the son of your mother, not Bhart," the Dewan raved; "he was a brave man, but _you_ speak of danger--bah!" The Dewan's teeth, stained red at the edges from the chewing of _pan_, showed in a sneering grin like a hyena's as he added: "Bah! Ye are but thieves who steal from those who are helpless." Ajeet spoke: "Dewan Sahib, we be men as brave as Bhart--we are of the same caste, but there is a difference between such an one as he took the head of and a Pindari Chief. The Pindaris are the wild dogs of Hind, they are wolves, and is it easy to trap a wolf?" But the Dewan had worked himself into a frenzy at their questioning of the possibilities; he waved his fat hands in a gesture of dismissal crying: "Go, go!" As the jamadars stood hesitatingly, Sewlal swung to the Frenchman: "Sirdar Sahib, make the order that I cease payment of the thousand rupees a day to these rebels, cowards. Go!" and he looked at Ajeet; "talk it over amongst yourselves, and send to me one of your wives that will lead a company--lend your women your tulwars." Ajeet's black eyes flashed anger, and his brows were drawn into a knot just above his thin, hawk-like nose; suppressed passion at the Dewan's deadly insult was in the even, snarling tone of his voice: "Dewan Sahib, harsh words are profitless--" his eyes, glittering, were fixed on the bulbous orbs of the man of the quill--"and the talk of women in the affairs of men is not in keeping with caste. If you pass the order that we are not to have rations now that we are far from home, what are we to do? Think you that Raja Karowlee--" "Do! do! if you serve not Sindhia what care I what you do. Go back to your honourable trade of thieving. And as to Raja Karowlee, a man who keeps a colony of cowards--what care I for him. Go, go!"