He will be hunted down like a dog and hung when he is caught, just as if he had been the poorest peasant.

But I have not so bad an opinion of the people of India as to believe them base enough to follow such an example, and I am confident that if you grant us those terms, you will see that the conditions are observed." "I have received orders from Nana Sahib to send all prisoners down to him," Por Sing said, in a hesitating voice.
"You will never send down prisoners from here," Bathurst replied firmly.
"You may attack us again, and after the loss of the lives of scores more of your followers you may be successful, but you will take no prisoners, for at the last moment we will blow the house and all in it into the air.

Besides, who made Nana Sahib your master?
He is not the lord of Oude; and though doubtless he dreams of sovereignty, it is a rope, not a throne, that awaits him.

Why should you nobles of Oude obey the orders of this peasant boy, though he was adopted by the Peishwa?
The Peishwa himself was never your lord, and why should you obey this traitor, this butcher, this disgrace to India, when he orders you to hand over to him the prisoners your sword has made ?" "That is true," Por Sing said gloomily; "but the Sepoys will not agree to the terms." "The Sepoys are not your masters," Bathurst said; "we do not surrender to them, but to you.

We place no confidence in their word, but we have every faith in the honor of the nobles of Oude.