And instantly the wolves fell on all six sons, and slew and devoured them.

Then they came and stood round Abdul with their jaws dripping with blood.
"'Oh, wolves,' said he, trembling with fear and anger, 'ye are traitors! Ye are forsworn! Ye are faithless ones!' "But they answered him, 'Oh, Abdul, shall he who knows not false from true judge treason ?' and forthwith they slew him and devoured him, and went about their business.
"Now, which had the right of that--Abdul or the wolves ?" "We are no wolves!" said Gooja Singh in a whining voice.

"We be true men!" "Then I will tell you another story," Ranjoor Singh answered him.
And we listened again, as men listen to the ticking of a clock.
"This is a story the same old woman, my mother's aunt, told me when I was very little.
"There was a man--and this man's name also was Abdul--who owned a garden, and in it a fish-pond.

But in the fish-pond were no fish.
Abdul craved fish to swim hither and thither in his pond, but though he tried times out of number he could catch none.

Yet at fowling he had better fortune, and when he was weary one day of fishing and laid his net on land he caught a dozen birds.
"'So-ho!' said Abdul, being a man much given to thought, and he went about to strike a bargain.