These things being made, I returned to the Thana, and the goat was
slain, and certain portions of the walls were blackened with fire, and
each man dipped his clothes a little into the blood of the goat. Know, O
Sahib, that a wound made by man upon his own body can, by those skilled,
be easily discerned from a wound wrought by another man. Therefore, the
Havildar, taking his tulwar, smote one of us lightly on the forearm in
the fat, and another on the leg, and a third on the back of the hand.
Thus dealt he with all of us till the blood came; and Suruj Bul, more
eager than the others, took out much hair. O Sahib, never was so perfect
an arrangement. Yea, even I would have sworn that the 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, O 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, 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 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.”
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