human
Shabash! cried Fazil,
gpt
Jánoo Näik is an ass, and the father of all the asses in Tooljapoor. I know him of old, returned Lukshmun.
human
He was there sitting like a scared owl on the steps of the Kuchéri. 'Come and drink,' says he to me. 'I will,' said I; 'wait, I have a message from the master to deliver.' Then I went in, and said to a Karkoon, 'Give me what Jánoo gave just now, the people are come for it.' He could not go in there, for he is a Mang. 'Take them,' says a Karkoon, opening a box; 'I don't like to touch them, they are bloody.' So I took them out, master, and here they are. As I passed Jánoo, I gave him a rupee, and told him to go to the Kullal's and get some drink ready, while I delivered my message--and he is gone. O, the owl, the owl! he will be drunk by this time; but, master, that man is as true as steel, and put these in trust; they were not loot to him. Wilt thou sell them here? No, not here?
gpt
Sell them! cried Fazil, laughing;
human
O, the master never does--he always keeps the gold and silver, and buys them at his own valuation; but he gives us a share, nevertheless, and I shall miss mine of last night's work:--better, however, that the women have it.
gpt
Ah! friend, I fear thou wilt have no such luck with me, returned the young man.
human
That is no loot, however; it will only go to its owner.
gpt
Ah, Meah, I understand now, said the man quickly.
human
Yes, for her. Poor child! poor child! and when she sees the blood!--better throw that cloth away, and tie them up in a clean handkerchief.
gpt
No, said Fazil,
human
I was seeing to the horses, father, said Fazil, in anticipation of his father's remarks,