The Mogul officer said not a word in reply, resolved to have no companions on the road.

They persisted--his nostrils began again to swell, and putting his hand to his sword, he bid them all be off, or he would have their heads from their shoulders.

He had a bow and quiver full of arrows over his shoulders,[9] a brace of loaded pistols in his waist-belt, and a sword by his side, and was altogether a very formidable-looking cavalier.

In the evening another party that lodged in the same "sarai"[10] became very intimate with the butler and groom.

They were going the same road; and, as the Mogul overtook them in the morning, they made their bows respectfully, and began to enter into conversation with their two friends, the groom and butler, who were coming up behind.