"Three golden mohurs!" "Ay, three!" said Ali Partab, giving her a hand and yanking her off the ground.

She sprang across his horse's rump behind him, and he seemed to have less compunction about personal defilement than the others had.
"Is she thy wife or thy mother-in-law ?" laughed Alwa.
"Nay, sahib, but my creditor! The mother of confusion tells me that the Miss-sahib and her father are in Howrah's palace!" They halted, all together in a cluster in the middle of the street--shut in by darkness--watched for all they knew, by a hundred enemies.
"Of their own will or as prisoners ?" "As prisoners, sahib." "Back to the side street! Quickly! Jaimihr' rat's nest is one affair," he muttered; "Howrah' beehive is another!".