'Sunni,' said Moti, as the two boys rode through the gates of the courtyard a year later, 'a man of your race has come here, and my father has permitted him to remain.

My father has given him the old empty jail to live in, behind the monkey temple.

They say many curious things are in his house.

Let us ride past it.' In his whole life Sunni had never heard such an interesting piece of news before--even Tooni's, about the Maharajah's horseman, was nothing to this.

'Why is he come ?' he asked, putting his little red Arab into a trot.
'To bring your gods to the Rajputs.' 'I have no gods,' declared Sunni.