human
Get up, cried Fazil;
gpt
Pardon! pardon! Noble Meah, pardon! Your slave will not rise till he has pardon, cried the man abjectly.
human
It was all a mistake; and how could I know the son of Afzool Khan? Pardon! and I will tell all I know.
gpt
If thou dost not, hound! thou wilt hang upon the highest branch of the Goruk Imlee to feed the crows before morn, replied Fazil.
human
Get up! If thou tellest the truth, I give thee kowl; if not--if I detect one word of lie, nothing can save thee. Dost thou hear? Rise!
gpt
Get up, Kafir! cried the man who held the turban, giving it a jerk, which caused a corresponding exclamation of pain,
human
Don't you hear what my lord says to you? He will give you pardon if you speak the truth. Get up, and tell him all. My lord, he continued to Fazil,
gpt
Loose my arms, noble Meah--tell them to loose my arms. They are swelling already, and I am sick with pain,
human
If my lord allows me, I will loose him. There! continued the soldier, on receiving Fazil's sign in the affirmative;
gpt
My lord, don't threaten me, or I shall lose my senses, said the kullal, the horrible vision of hanging, as he had seen many hang to the branches of that famous tree, coming vividly to his mind.
human
If there be a good Hindu among you, give me a drink of water. Ah, my arms! my arms!
gpt
Here is water, said one of the men, advancing with a brass vessel full.
human
I am a Rajpoot--drink.
gpt
Tannajee and his companions had been at his shop only a few minutes before Fazil and Bulwunt came in. They had been very careful, and before they entered the house placed scouts to watch all the approaches. They spoke in low tones, and, beyond a few words now and then, he had caught nothing of their conversation. All that he could gather was, that Pahar Singh and a Gosai from Tooljapoor were expected, and they were so impatient for their arrival, that two of the men had by turns gone to see after them.
human
Had they ever been at your shop before?
gpt
Yesterday one of the men was there twice to say the place would be wanted in the evening, replied the kullal;
human
You might have suspected they were after no good, said the Duffadar.
gpt
Why did you not give warning here?
human
Ah, sir, I am a poor fellow, returned the man,
gpt
True enough--thou art not to blame, said Fazil;
human
After you were taken away, my lord, replied the kullal,
gpt
I took the lamp inside towards the door, for I thought I saw blood on the ground, which indeed there was; and one of the two men who escaped must have been wounded. I followed the trace of blood to the door of the yard, and there I found this little bag, noble sir; here it is.