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ere one of my reformed robbers has a garden and a spring of sweet water, and will make us welcome to enjoy _kaf_[2] for a while." Gerrard had his doubts as to the feasibility of this programme when he was dressing the next morning by the light of a candle-end stuck into the neck of a bottle. A whisper outside the tent reached his ears. "Brother, is the Sahib awake?" "Which Sahib, O foolish one?" "Our Sahib, the red Sahib, the mad Sahib." "Aye, he is awake, but he rides forth before dawn." "Bad for Bob!" thought Gerrard, as a rustle denoted the withdrawal of the questioner, but he had not the heart to tell his friend of his fears when they met for _choti haziri_, and he saw his high spirits. "We'll take the dogs with us a little way--do the beggars no end of good--and send 'em back to camp before the sun's up," said Charteris, as they mounted. "'Give the hounds a trot out by way of exercise'--eh?" "Well, I hope it won't end in 'Dinner lost! 'ounds lost! self lost--all lost together!' What d'ye think of calling the hunt, old boy?" "The Cut-'em-downs, if you're going to ride over my hounds," said Charteris, as a heedless puppy blundered in front of Gerrard's horse. "And call you Crasher." "All right, Brusher!" laughed Gerrard, as they rode out into the cool darkness, an anxious dog-boy having extricated his charge. But before they reached the outskirts of the camp, the way was barred by a row of silent natives, some of them holding out papers, others extending empty hands. "What's this?" demanded Charteris ferociously. "_Dohai_, sahib, _dohai_[3]!" was the general cry. "Well, I'll do you justice to-morrow, as I told you. Didn't I forbid you to come to me to-day?" "Alas, sahib, a day is but as a moment to the great, but to the poor it is even as eternity," said an old man, who seemed to be regarded as spokesman. "It would be a different tale if I wanted you to do anything for me in a hurry," growled Charteris. "What do you say, Hal?" "Oh, you have spoilt your subjects by dealing out justice too easily," said Gerrard, "so you can't in conscience refuse it them now. Let us have our ride, and go back at your usual hour. The picnic must go. You can accommodate me with a seat on the bench, and I'll pick holes in your law." "That you may well do." Charteris paused to give the necessary directions to the suppliants and his Munshis, and resumed as they rode on. "My law has too much c
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