"Certainly; you will see nought of us, and I will come to you at night for my money."
"You had better come now, Duffadar, as I think we shall move on after it is all over."
"Do you go, Potailjee; it would not look well for me to go with the Syud Sahib. Do you go, and bring the money."
"Come then," said I, "we are losing time."
"Shall you return soon?" asked the Duffadar of me.
"I know not," I replied; "but it is probable. At any rate, as this country always produces good booty for us, you will see us here pretty often."
"The oftener the better," said he; "and I must continue to keep my station here; it would be hard to lose such good friends. You, Potailjee, can help me to a few low caste rascals from time to time, to send in as thieves we have caught."
"Certainly," said the Potail—"there are plenty of Gonds and Dhérs in the country; every one knows they are thieves; and if they may not immediately have committed any robberies, they have been engaged in them some time or other, so that it is all the same. I will get you a few from time to time, as you want them."
"Now and then I shall require a few," said he, "just to keep up my character and appearances, and a few years in irons will do none of them any harm—the government will take care of them."