"A friend of the Nawab! Ha--ha! Hearken, O man of consequence and of importance to the _Sirkar_," bending down a savage face to note and revel in the terror he was about to strike into his victim. "Is it possible that thou hast never yet heard the name of Murad Afzul? Is it possible, I say? Ya, Allah! is it possible?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note 1. Government ordinarily. In this instance the representative of Government. CHAPTER SIX. THE VICTIM. The effect of his mere name upon his prisoner answered the robber chief's own question, nor had the latter any reason to feel disappointed over the method of its reception. The wretched trader's countenance became ghastly, and his mouth fell open, while the perspiration oozed from him at every pore. He would about as soon have fallen into the power of the Enemy of mankind. "Mercy, Sirdar Sahib. Take what I have and suffer me to depart," was all he could articulate, slobberingly. Murad Afzul laughed, and a harsh evil laugh it was. He was a fine-looking man, tall and with good features, which would have been pleasing, but for the quick, predatory look, and the savage scowl which would cloud them upon very slight provocation. "Tell me, fat dog," he said. "Canst thou name one of thy sort who fell into my hands and came forth again?" The trader fairly howled with terror, for this was just where his position came home to him. If there was one thing for which this Murad Afzul and his band were known and dreaded, it was for their absolute mercilessness. Mere death was the greatest mercy their victims could expect. True, there were some who had come forth alive, but so hideously maimed and shattered that they had better have been dead, and with awful tales to tell of torture and horror either witnessed or undergone. Indeed, such a scourge had these freebooters become, that strong pressure was brought to bear upon the chief of the Gularzai, and in the result these outrages had ceased, in recognition of which prompt compliance Mahomed Mushim Khan had been invested by the Indian Government with the title of Nawab--somewhat to the contempt of these fierce mountaineers, as we heard them express it. With all of this was the unfortunate Hindu so well acquainted that he would never have dreamed of trusting his person or possessions in these mountain solitudes, but that he, like others, was under the impression that Murad Afzul had taken himself and his depredations clean away to the territory of some other potentate, and the possibility of that redoubted outlaw taking advantage of the advent of a new Political Agent to break out afresh had escaped him altogether.