5/45 Isaacs stepped lightly to his side and whispered something in his ear. The ancient Brahmin turned. I will do it for the lady with white hair, whose face resembles Chunder." He looked long and fixedly at Miss Westonhaugh. "Let the _sahib log_ come with me a stone's throw from the well, and let one sahib call his servant and bid him draw water that he may wash his hands. And I will do this wonder; the man shall not draw any water, though he had the strength of Siva, until I say the word." So we moved away under the trees, and I shouted for Kiramat Ali, who came running down, and I told him to send a _bhisti_, a water-carrier, with his leathern bucket. |