All the native letters--oho!--and particularly the murasla.' He sniffed the embroidered bag.

'That must be from Hilas or Bunar, and Hurree Babu spoke truth.

By Jove! It is a fine haul.

I wish Hurree could know ...

The rest must go out of the window.' He fingered a superb prismatic compass and the shiny top of a theodolite.