“The reason why your countrymen have found men of this land before now to fight for them—one reason, at least—” he said gruffly, “is that hitherto they have not meddled with our religions. It is not safe! It would be better to come away, Miss-sahib.”
“Would you like to say that to my father? He is—”
“Allah forbid that I should argue with him! I spoke to you, on your account!”
“You forget, I think,” she answered him gently, “that we had permission from the British Government to come here; it has not been withdrawn. We are doing no harm here—trying only to do good. There is always danger when—”
“I would speak of that,” he interrupted—“You will not come away?”
She shook her head.
“Your father could remain.”
She shook her head again. “I stay with him,” she answered.
“At present, Jaimihr is the danger, Miss-sahib; but I think that at present he will dare do nothing. The Maharajah dare do nothing either, yet. Should either of them make a move to interfere with you, it would not be safe to appeal to the other one. You will not understand, but it is so. In that event, there is a way to safety of which I would warn you.”
“Thank you, Mahommed Gunga. What is it?”