When the jamadar was shown into the room his face took on a look of
uneasiness. It but added to the ferocity of the square scowling
massive head. His huge shoulders, stooped forward as he salaamed,
suggested the half-crouch of a tiger--even the eyes, the mouth, induced
thoughts of that jungle killer.
Nana Sahib, a sneer on his lips, turned to the Minister: "Play him,
Dewani, as you love us. There is some rare deviltry afloat."
"Why have you come, Jamadar?" the Dewan asked.
Hunsa's pig eyes shifted from Sewlal's face to roam over the other two,
and then returned a question in them.
"Tell him," Nana Sahib suggested, "that he has nothing to fear from us."
The jamadar was troubled by the English exchange, but the Dewan
explained: "The Prince says you are to speak what is on your mind."
"It is this, Sahib Bahadur," Hunsa began, "there is a way that the head
of Amir Khan might be obtained as a gift for Maharaja Sindhia. Then
Raja Karowlee would be pleased for he would receive his commission and
we would be given a reward."
"What is the way?" Sewlal queried.
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