Almonds and raisins, Sahib? Grapes from Kabul? Or a pony of the rarest if the Sahib will only come with me. He is thirteen three, Sahib, plays polo, goes in a cart, carries a lady and-Holy Kurshed and the Blessed Imams, it is the Sahib himself My heart is made fat and my eye glad. May you never be tired As is cold water in the Tirah, so is the sight of a friend in a far place. And what do you in this accursed land? South of Delhi, Sahib, you know the saying-"Rats are the men and trulls the women." It was an order? Ahoo An order is an order till one is strong enough to disobey. O my brother, O my friend, we have met in an auspicious hour Is all well in the heart and the body and the house? In a lucky day have we two come together again.I am to go with you? Your favour is great. Will there be picket-room in the compound? I have three horses and the bundles and the horse-boy. Moreover, remember that the police here hold me a horse-thief. What do these Lowland bastards know of horse-thieves? Do you remember that time in Peshawur when Kamal hammered on the gates of Jumrud-mountebank that he was-and lifted the Colonel's horses all in one night? Kamal is dead now, but his nephew has taken up the matter, and there will be more horses amissing if the Khaiber Levies do not look to it.
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