"Maybe."
"That is no answer!"
"Say that again about hundred rupees!"
"I will give you a hundred rupees if you bring me that map and it proves to be what you say."
"I go. I see. I try. Hundred rupees very little money!"
"It's all you'll get, you black rascal! And you know what you'll get if you fail! You know me, don't you? You understand my way? Steal that map and bring it here, and I shall give you a hundred rupees. Fail, and you shall have a hundred lashes, and what Ahmed and Abdullah and Seydi got in addition! The hundred lashes first, and the ant-hill afterward! You're not fool enough to think you can escape me, I suppose?"
"No, bwana."
"Then go and get the map!"
"But afterward, what then? She very gali* woman." [*Gali, same as
Hindustani kali—cruel, hard, fierce, terrible.]
"Nonsense! Steal the map and bring it here to me. Then I've other work for you. Are you a renegade Muhammedan?"