"A big dog might serve better after all," mused Tess. "Chamu beats
the servants, and takes commissions, even from the beggars."

"How do you know?"

"They told me."

"Um, Bing and Ping would better keep away. There's no obligation to
camp here."

"Only, if we fired Chamu I suppose the maharajah would be offended.
He made such a great point of sending us a faithful servant."

"True. Gungadhura Singh is a suspicious rajah. He suspects me anyway.
I screwed better terms out of him than the miller got from Bob White,
and now whenever he sees me off the job he suspects me of chicanery.
If we fired Chamu he'd think I'd found the gold and was trying to hide it.
Say, if I don't find gold in his blamed hills eventually--!"

"You'll find it, Dick. You never failed at anything you really set your heart on.
With your experience--"

"Experience doesn't count for much," he answered, blowing at his tea
to cool it. "It's not like coal or manganese. Gold is where you find it.
There are no rules."

"Finding it's your trade. Go ahead."

"I'm not afraid of that. What eats me," he said, standing up and looking