human
Twenty-seven thousand two hundred and ninety-three rupees; and the five bags of ashruffees which you took inside--how many were in them?
gpt
What is that to you? do you want to steal them? By the gods! you are over-familiar to-night, Amrut Rao. Did I not bid ye all be silent, and dare you disobey? you--dare you? cried the chief, raising himself, while the foam gathered upon his lips, and the veins swelled on his forehead.
human
Dare you?
gpt
My lord, replied Amrut Rao, joining his hands,
human
Let it be. No, I will not sign the paper, cried Pahar Singh, petulantly.
gpt
What need have I with wealth? he will not come now. I will go to Kasee, Jugunath, and Raméshwur; I will give up the world; I have committed much sin, and will have no more of it. I will---- Ha, by the gods! there is a shot on the road, he continued, as the sharp ring of Gopal Singh's matchlock broke the silence without:
human
Let the cloud pass from your spirit, brother: it is they, sure enough. I would swear to Gopal's gun by its ring anywhere.
gpt
Burn a light from the upper bastion--two! it may cheer them down the pass. Quick! cried the chief;
human
as the first blue light glittered over the village.
gpt
Burn another, Ranoba--a large one! he called from the window to the men above;
human
My lord, it was as I said: the Brahmuns' bellies would be empty if we trusted to short rupees; all we could find were nine doubtful ones.
gpt
Then, count out fifty more--stay, a hundred: will that feed them?
human
You have not told me how much gold there was, Maharaj,
gpt
Now, a plague on thee for an obstinate fool, Amrut Rao, replied the chief, laughing;
human
The total of the silver is twenty-seven thousand two hundred and ninety-three rupees, returned the Karkoon;
gpt
Well, then, there were five bags, and fifty Akburi mohurs in each: will that content you? or must you see them?
human
Why couldn't you tell me this at first? continued Amrut Rao, writing in the account, which he spread on his left hand;
gpt
Ay, take that, and the two hundred over to boot, good fellow, if thou wilt. Here, some of you, stop him, stop my son, and kill a goat before him at the gate; see that lights are waved over him, and the evil eye is taken off him. Quick! there are the torches flashing in the bazar.
human
I have deducted the sum, Maharaj, said the Karkoon deliberately;
gpt
By Krishna! thou wouldst leave me no peace, Amrut Rao, replied the chief;
human
Not out of the Brahmuns' bellies, retorted the Karkoon;
gpt
Ah, here they are, he cried, looking from the window;