A Rajput, too, I think." "Ha, sahib." "There was a Rangar here not very long ago." This man evidently knew the proper title to give a he true believer of the proudest race there is.
Ali Partab's heart began to go out to him--"an officer, I think, once of the Rajput Horse, who very kindly carried letters for me.

Perhaps you know of some other gentleman of your race about to travel northward?
He could earn, at least, gratitude." "So-ho!" thought Ali Partab to himself.

"I have known men of his race who would have offered money, to be spat on!--Not now, sahib," he answered aloud.
"Mahommed Gunga was the officer's name.

Do you know him, or know of him, by any chance ?" "Ha, sahib, I know him well.

It is an honor." The Scotsman smiled.