"Quite certain."

The _Dewan_ shook his head doubtfully.

"These English officers are not always the fools they seem," he observed.
"We must keep an eye on this inquisitive person. Now, how goes the work
among the garden coolies? Are they ripe for revolt?"

"Not yet on all the estates. They are ignorant cattle, and to them the
Motherland means nothing. But on our garden our greatest helper is the
manager, a drunken bully. He ill-treats the coolies and nearly kicked one
to death the other day."

"That's how the Englishman always treats the native, isn't it?" asked the
Hebrew representative of an English constituency.

"Always and everywhere," replied the engineer unhesitatingly, wondering if
Macgregor were really fool enough to believe the libel, which one day's
experience in India should have shown him to be false. But this foreign Jew
turned Scotchman hated the country of his adoption, as only these gentry
do, and was ready to believe any lie against it and eager to do all in his
power to injure it.

The _Dewan_ said:

"Mr. Macgregor has been sent to tell us that his party pledges itself to
help us in Parliament."

"Yes, you need have no fear. We'll see that justice is done you," began the