India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
"That's what it is to have a mind that sees both sides of a question,"
said Charteris good-humouredly. "Now I should only have thought of
securing Sher Singh, and I'd have done it if I died for it. Whereas
you have left everything in inspection order, and can sit _dharna_[1]
on his doorstep for just as long as he can stand seeing you there."
"My patience has its limits," said Gerrard, smiling. "If the illness
refused to yield to the fakir's treatment, it might become necessary to
send for a European physician from Ranjitgarh, and to blow in the gates
that he might be able to visit his patient. But I hope Sher Singh will
see fit to recover without our using such drastic remedies."
"Oh, you have him in the hollow of your hand--I don't presume to doubt
it. When your letter came, I had a lurking suspicion that it might be
a veiled call for co-operation again, but I see I was wrong."
"You forget it's your turn to call upon me. But I'll tell you where
you can help me, Bob. I want to give these precious troops of mine a
little active work in the way of war-manoeuvres, as the Prussians call
them. The lazy beggars have got abominably soft since Partab Singh's
death, with nothing to do but exhibit their lovely selves in the
streets, and mutiny for increased pay to settle their tavern-scores.
There's plenty of room here, and good scope, and besides, the sight
will be interesting and cheering for Sher Singh. Let's take 'em in
hand."
"I'm your man. But," with a wry face, "what about the tiger-hunting?"
"Oh, we'll get that in. Sher Singh sent word this afternoon that he
hoped I would show my forgiving disposition by deigning to allow him to
provide me with a little sport, and I had his head shikari here just
before you came. He said that owing to Sher Singh's prowess as a shot
on his visits to his father-in-law, tigers are much rarer round here
than I thought, and wanted me to go a day's journey to find a likely
spot, but I told him he must produce one within a decent distance or be
for ever disgraced. So it's a _bandobast_,[2] and the beast is to be
forthcoming to-morrow or the day after."
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