Historical fiction; India -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Thugs (Indic criminal group) -- Fiction
"By Alla! thou hast done well, Junglee," said I, "and thy faithfulness
shall surely be well rewarded. What think you, my friends, of this
villain?"
"Ah, we are not astonished," cried both, "it is just like him; but,
Inshalla! he will fall into his own snare."
"Now," said I, "call two of the scouts;" and they came. After I had
told them of the plot Peeroo had formed. "My friends," I continued,
"you must allow this rascal to come into the camp: one of you lie down
close to my tent, and pretend to be asleep; but have your eyes open,
and directly you see him enter, rouse Peer Khan and Motee, and bring
them to the entrance; and do you two then place yourselves one on
each side of the door, so that he cannot see you. I shall feign to be
asleep, and shall let him take the bag, though he should even fall over
me in doing so; as he comes out you can seize him and hold him fast; do
him no harm till I come; and as for you, Junglee, if you do not sleep
as sound as though a seer of opium was in your stomach, I swear by Alla
you shall lie in the same grave with him."
"Do not fear me," said the lad; "I have eaten your salt, you are my
father and my mother, you have treated me kindly, and how could I
deceive you? had I intended it, I had not mentioned a word of what he
told me."
"Then we are all prepared," said I. "Did he say when he would come?"
"He did," said Junglee; "in the second watch of the night, when he had
no more business."
"Good; then mind you are all ready, and we will spit on his beard."
Anxiously to me did the hours pass, till the time came when I might
expect him. I went out of my little tent repeatedly to see that all
were at their proper posts, and returned as often, satisfied that they
were. Peer Khan was lying near my tent apparently in a sound sleep, but
I knew he was awake; the scouts were wandering lazily about; above all,
the night was so dark that I could not see my hand before me, and the
splashing and murmuring of the tiny waves of the lake upon the shore
would prevent any noise of his footsteps being heard. "Yes," I said,
half aloud, as I retired to my carpet for the last time, "he will come;
thief as he is, he will not miss such a night as this; but the darkness
favours us as much as it does him."
"Now, Junglee," said I, "this is the last time I stir out; mind your
watch, my good lad, and I will not forget you; Peer Khan is close at
the back of the tent: I care not much about the rest, they will soon be
collected when he is caught."
"Do not fear me," said the boy; "my eyes are not heavy with sleep, and
when I move from this spot to call Peer Khan, a rat will not hear me."
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