"Alive and unhurt, Huzrut."
"Are you sure it is he?" asked Pahar Singh. "There are as many Moro Trimmuls as there are Tannajee Maloosrays!"
"Your nephew says it is. He, and a humpbacked servant or retainer of yours, both knew him," returned Fazil.
"Yes, uncle," cried Gopal Singh, who now joined the group, "it is the true man; but he is sullen, and will not speak. We have left him below, safely bound; Lukshmun is watching him as a dog watches a rat, and there are all the young Khan's men and ours with him."
"Go, bring him up," said Afzool Khan; "let us examine him, and take his statement."
"Good, my lord; my nephew will go for him, if a Hindu may be trusted," said Pahar Singh, as Fazil thought, with a sneer.
"Certainly," replied the Khan, "let him be brought."
"And the women, Meah?" asked Gopal Singh.
"Not yet," he replied; "let the Brahmun come first;" and the young man, turning his horse, galloped towards the pass.