"Then," said the wretch, "why not both of us enrich ourselves."
"How?" I asked.
"Refuse the guard, or take some men I will guide you to; they will do whatever you like for five rupees a piece; we will fly with the money, and there is a place in the rocks close to this where I have plunder hidden—we will go thither and share it."
"Where is the place you allude to—is it far?" I asked.
"No," said he; "will you come? I can show it you from a distance; we need not get up the rocks—there is danger of being seen in the daytime."
I followed him for a little distance, and he pointed to a huge pile of rocks at the back of the Karwan and Begum Bazar. "There, do you see a white spot about half-way up on a rock?"
"I do," said I.
"That is the spot," he replied; "it is known but to myself and a few others; whatever I can pick up I put there."
"What do you get?"
"Ah, little enough; sometimes a shawl, a brocade handkerchief, or some gold, anything in fact. But why do you ask? Will you do what I said and join us? there are sixteen of us; one is yonder disguised as a Fakeer, the rest are hard by and will accompany us."