The look of rage mingled with amazement on Gooja Singh's fat face was payment enough for all the insults I had received from him.

I could not conceal all my merriment.

Doubtless my eyes betrayed me.

I doubt not they blazed.

Gooja Singh was sitting on the other side of Ranjoor Singh, partly facing me, so that he missed nothing of what passed over my face--as I scarcely intended that he should.