Caste by W. A. Fraser
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you read the thumb of the Raj would not be upon your lip in the way of
a seal. The _mullah_ will interpret this to me. Is it of an alliance?" he asked suddenly. "It is, Chief." The Pindari laughed: "Holker would give me a camel-load of gold rupees for this and thy head: Sindhia might add a province for the same." "True, Chief. And has Amir Khan heard a whisper of reward and a dress of honour from Sindhia's Dewan for his head?" "Afghan, there is always a reward for the head of Amir Khan; but a gift is of little value to a man who has lost his life in the trying. Without are guards ready to run a sword through even a shadow, and here I could kill three." He raised his black eyes and scanned the form of Ayub Alli. There was a quizzical smile on his lips as he said: "Go back and sit thee upon the divan." When Barlow had taken his place, the Chief laughed aloud, saying, "Well done, Captain Sahib; thou art perfect as a Patan; even to the manner of sitting down one would have thought that, except for a saddle, thou hadst always sat upon thy heels." Barlow smiled good humouredly, saying, "It is even so; I am Captain Barlow. And this,"--he tapped the loose baggy trousers of the Afghan hillman, and the sheepskin coat with the wool inside--"was not in the |
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