At last Gooja Singh flitted through the dark and came to me and asked me my opinion on the matter.
"One of you go and offer to be his servant," said I."Let that servant serve him well.

A good servant should know more about his master than the master himself." "Who shall that one be ?" he asked; and he went back to tell the men what I had said.
After midnight he returned.

"They say you are the one to keep watch on him," said he.
"Nay, nay!" said I, with my heart leaping against my ribs, but my voice belying it.

"If I agree to that, then later you will swear I am his friend and condemn me in one judgment with him!" "Nay," said he.

"Nay truly! On the honor of a Sikh!" "Mine is also the honor of a Sikh," said I, "and I will cover it with care.