"That is easier to say than to do," returned Bulwunt in a contemptuous tone. "I have seen enough of bullies at Bhaga Nugger to fear big words. But speak; if I can answer your question, well; if not, what is in my hand may reply to anything further."
Maloosray laughed aloud—a short bitter laugh, very grating to hear. "How much ganja hast thou smoked, O Baba?" he asked with a sneer; "but stay, this is folly. If thou art Poorun Geer's cheyla, thou knowest Pahar Singh?"
"What Pahar Singh?—him of Itga?"
"The same: we call him of Allund."
"The Hazaree?"
"Ay—Hazaree, robber, Gosai, murderer, if thou wilt. If he is known to thee, why ask? By Khundôba! I distrust this fellow," he added to the two others, who closed up to him; "why did he ask?"
"I know him," said Bulwunt doggedly, "he is here."
"Where?"
"He was in the temple of Bhowani behind there less than half an hour ago, for I spoke to him."
"Thou? why?"