And beyond the
ghost-like line of white creatures was some huge thing that they drew.
The commander reined his Arab to a stand beside Barlow and saluted,
saying, "Salaam, Major Sahib--you ride alone?"
Barlow said: "My salaams, Risiladar, and I am but a captain. I ride at
night because the days are hot. My two men have gone before me because
my horse dropped a shoe which had to be replaced. Did the Risiladar see
my two servants that were mounted?"
"I met none such," the commander answered. "Perhaps in some village they
have rested for a drink of liquor; they of the army are given to such
practices when their Captain's eye is not upon them. I go with
this"--and he waved a gauntleted hand back toward the thing that loomed
beyond the bullocks that had now come to a halt. "It is the brass
cannon, the like of which there is no other. We go to the camp of the
Amil, who commands the Sindhia troops, taking him the brass cannon that
it may compel a Musselman zemindar to pay the tax that is long past due.
Why the barbarian should not pay I know not for a tax of one-fourth is
not much for a foreigner, a debased follower of Mahomet, to render unto
the ruler of this land that is the garden of the world.
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