"That should be enough. I would like, if the Miss-sahib will permit,
to speak with her."

At a word from Miss McClean the old hag came out into the sun again and
blinked at the Rajput, very much afraid of him. Mahommed Gunga saluted
Miss McClean--swore at the old woman--pointed a wordless order with
his right arm--watched her shuffle half a hundred yards up-street--
followed her, and growled at her for about five minutes, while she
nodded. Finally, he drew from the pocket of his crimson coat a small
handful of gold mohurs--fat, dignified coins that glittered--and
held them out toward her with an air as though they meant nothing to
him--positively nothing--Her eyes gleamed. He let her take a good
look at the money before replacing it, then tossed her a silver
quarter-rupee piece, saluted Miss McClean again--for she was watching
the pantomime from the doorway still--and mounted and rode off, his
back looking like the back of one who has neither care nor fear nor
master.

At the caravansary his squire came running out to hold his stirrup.

"Picket the horse in the yard," said Mahommed Gunga, "then find me
another servant and bring him to me in the room here!"

"Another servant? But, sahib--"

"I said another servant! Has deafness overcome thee?" He used a word
in the dialect which left no room for doubt as to his meaning; it was
to be a different servant--a substitute for the squire he had
already. The squire bowed his head in disciplined obedience and led