Hai, my'-- it was on the tip of his tongue to say Mother, but he turned it to Sister--'thou art a wise and witty woman.

By this time all the villages know what has befallen the Sahibs--eh ?' 'True.

News was at Ziglaur by midnight, and by tomorrow should be at Kotgarh.

The villages are both afraid and angry.' 'No need.

Tell the villages to feed the Sahibs and pass them on, in peace.