Cunningham reloaded his rifle in the dark and lay down.

Within five minutes the swinging of the punka and the squeaking of the rope resumed, but regularly this time; Mahommed Gunga had apparently unearthed a man who understood the business.

Reaction, the intermittent coolth, as the mat fan swung above his face, the steady, evenly timed squeak and movement--not least, the calm of well-asserted dignity--all joined to have one way, and Chota-Cunnigan-bahadur slept, to dream of fire-eyed tigers dancing on tombstones laid on the roof of hell, and of a grandfather in full general's uniform, who said: "Well done, bahadur!" But outside, by a remade camp-fire, Mahommed Gunga sat and chuckled to himself, and every now and then grew eloquent to the bearded men who sat beside him.
"Aie! Did you hear him reprimand me?
By the beard of God's prophet, that is a man of men! So was his father! Now I will tell Alwa and the others that I bring a man to them! By the teeth of God and my own honor I will swear to it! His first tiger--he had never seen a tiger!--in the dark, and unexpected--caught by it, to all seeming, like a trapped man in a cage--no lamp--no help at hand, or so he thought until it was all over.

And he ran at the tiger! And then, 'you come with your shoes on, Mahommed Gunga--why, forsooth ?' Did you hear him?
By the blood of Allah, we have a man to lead us!".