Isaacs smiled, but there was a concentrated look in his face, relentless and hard, as he answered the insult.
"I am not going to bandy words with you.

But if you are not quick about signing that paper I may change my mind, and send for the Angrezi sowars from Peterhof.

So you had better hurry yourself." Isaacs produced a small inkhorn and a reed pen from his pocket.

"Sign," he said, rising to his feet "before that soldier outside passes the window three times, or I will deliver you to the British." Trembling in every joint, and the perspiration standing on his face like beads, the old man seized the pen and traced his name and titles at the foot, first of one copy, and then of the other.

Isaacs followed, writing his full name in the Persian character, and I signed my name last, "Paul Griggs," in large letters at the bottom of each roll, adding the word "witness," in case of the transaction becoming known.
"And now," said Isaacs to the maharajah, "despatch at once a messenger, and let the man here mentioned be brought under a strong guard and by circuitous roads to the pass of Keitung, and let them there encamp before the third week from to-day, when the moon is at the full.