As Maloosray turned slightly to speak the last words, a look of intelligence passed between Fazil and Bulwunt; but though the odds against them had been withdrawn, Maloosray's suspicions had apparently not relaxed in the least, for he stood, his weapon ready for action, and his shield advanced before his body, so that Bulwunt had as yet no opportunity to strike as he desired. His account of himself was plausible enough, but it did not apparently satisfy the wily Mahratta.
"And Pahar Singh was there, Baba?" he asked; "know you for certain? What message had you to him?"
"Nay, it was easy enough, Maharaj," returned Bulwunt; "all he told me was, to meet Pahar Singh at the temple of Bhowani, near the kullal's quarter, this night, and afterwards to come to Rama's shop near the temple, where I should find some Mahrattas who would give me a message. I have reached Beejapoor in four days, and must return to-morrow. If you are the person I was to meet here, tell me what I am to say, and I will go; for we need a lodging for the night, and our horses are in the city."
"Where?" asked Maloosray.
"At the Taj Bowree;[7] but I shall be away by early dawn."
"But the fort gate will be shut, Baba."
"I have a friend at the wicket who will let us in. Do not fear for that, Maharaj!" replied Bulwunt confidently.
Maloosray thought for a moment. "It must be true," he added. "Now, Baba, listen; if I trust thee, couldst thou help the cause Bussunt Geer has at heart?"
"I will be faithful to him; is he not my Gooroo?"
"And thy companion?"