Apparently he had been making the claim, for a young man, whose costume smacked of Western culture, and whose face was acute, litigious, interrupted him impatiently. "Yea, yea; possibly thou couldst come over the obstruction, Gorakh-nâth-_jee_; but the question is whether the obstruction be legal. Is it not so, Lala Ramanund?" Lala Ramanund, whose dress was even more Western, and who had a certain air of distinction, due, evidently, to position, assented; adding, as a rider, and with some contempt, that at present they had only _jogi_ Gorakh-nâth's word that any interference was intended. Gorakh-nâth, a tall, muscular man, naked save for his grass-rope girdle, his wild hair twined and twisted to a tiara, his wild, half-insane eyes telling of drugs, shot a glance of absolute defiance at Ramanund. "Thy name, _pundit-jee_, is not likely to give friendly witness to mine," he began, alluding to the fact that they were respectively called after the founders of their absolutely antagonistic sects, "and yet methinks thou couldst, seeing--" Here Dya Ram, the first speaker, alarmed in his lawyer's soul at the militant tone of the _jogi_, suggested hastily that they might inquire, say at the gate; or stay! there was the _risaldar_ coming; he must know. Once more, as he listened to the question put to him, the expression of his race and creed came to Roshan's face, hiding its culture. "Of a certainty!" he replied haughtily. "The gun belongs to the Fort. It is not to be used as a shelter for--for saints!" His contempt was palpable. "I deny your premise," put in Dya Ram eagerly. "The gun is the people's by prescriptive right. I can use it if I choose. The Government professes neutrality; therefore, no one has a right to interfere with my religion." Roshan's face was a study. "Lo! Dya Ram, for thou art my old class-fellow surely, hast gone back to the old beliefs since the days when thou didst sign thyself at the end of thy essays, and in thy books, 'Dya Ram, Agnostic'?" Dya Ram gave an uneasy cough. "It is a question of legality--" he began. "And of money also," put in a new voice cringingly. "The pilgrims come hither to see the saint, and then bathe. But if there is no saint, many will not come, and I, who have my right on the steps as marker of the caste marks--" "Right!" echoed the Mahomedan curtly. "Have a care, caste-marker, lest we do not claim the courtyard also." Here Ramanund, who had hitherto listened indifferently, took up the cudgels. "That can scarcely be, _risaldar-sahib_," he said; "our pious folk have come hither to perform their offices since time began."