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Guns of the Gods by Talbot Mundy
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one eye, and Pinga winks automatically. Wait till you see Pinga smile.
It's diagonal instead of horizontal. Must have hurt his mouth in an accident."

"Probably he and Bimbu fought and found the biting tough. Speaking
of dogs, strikes me we ought to keep a good big fierce one," be added
suggestively.

"No, no, Dick; there's no danger. Besides, there's Chamu."

"The bums could make short work of that parasite."

"I'm safe enough. Tom Tripe usually looks in at least once a day when
you're gone."

"Tom's a good fellow, but once a day--. A hundred things might happen.
I'd better speak to Tom Tripe about those three bums--he'll shift them!"

"Don't, Dick! I tell you they keep others away. Look, here comes Chamu
with the chota hazri."

Clad in an enormous turban and clean white linen from head to foot, a
stout Hindu appeared, superintending a tall meek underling who carried
the customary "little breakfast" of the country--fruit, biscuits and the
inevitable tea that haunts all British byways. As soon as the underling
had spread a cloth and arranged the cups and plates Chamu nudged
him into the background and stood to receive praise undivided. The
salaams done with and his own dismissal achieved with proper dignity,
Chamu drove the hamal away in front of him, and cuffed him the minute
they were out of sight. There was a noise of repeated blows from
around the corner.
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