"These Bagrees are in the protection of Rajas, Karowlee, are they not?"
Nana Sahib asked.
"Yes, Prince; even some of Bhart's relatives are there--one Ajeet
Singh; he's a celebrated leader of these decoits."
"And Sindhia took from Karowlee some territory, didn't he?"
"Yes; Karowlee refused to pay the taxes."
"I should think the Raja would like to have it back."
"No doubt, Prince."
Nana Sahib, holding the cigarette to his lips between two fingers gazed
mockingly at the large-paunched Brahmin. Then he said; "I see the
illuminating light of understanding in your eyes, Dewani--a subtle
comprehension. Small wonder that you are Minister to the delightful
Sindhia. If you are making any promises to Karowlee, I should make
them in the name of Sindhia--through Sirdar Baptiste, of course. And,
Dewani, this restless cuss, Amir Khan, might make a treaty with the
English any time. The dear fish-eyed Resident has been particularly
active--my spies can hardly keep up with him. I shouldn't lose any
time--Ajeet Singh sounds promising."
Nana Sahib drew a slim flat gold watch from his pocket.
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