He seemed to grope for words.
"A letter ?" he cried.

"From Calcutta?
Nay, how can that be?
Some foolish fellow has dared to play a trick," and in a few short, effective sentences Safdar Khan expressed his opinion of the foolish fellow and of his ancestry distant and immediate.
"Yet the letter bade me seek you by the Delhi Gate of Lahore," continued Shere Ali calmly, "and by the Delhi Gate of Lahore I found you." "My fame is great," replied Safdar Khan bombastically.

"Far and wide it has spread like the boughs of a gigantic tree." "Rubbish," said Shere Ali curtly, breaking in upon Safdar's vehemence.
"I am not one of the Hindu fools who fill your begging-bowl," and he laughed.
In the darkness he heard Safdar Khan laugh too.
"You expected me," continued Shere Ali.

"You looked for my coming.

Your ears were listening for the few words of Pushtu.