One brother flew off with Rahamat Mullah's head-gear; the other made a fountain of his beard.

The boatmen lowered the sail, the Babu closed the windows, and the servants put the furniture under shelter.
Nagendra was in a great strait.

If, in fear of the storm, he should leave the boat, the men would think him a coward; if he remained he would break his word to Surja Mukhi.

Some may ask, What harm if he did?
We know not, but Nagendra thought it harm.

At this moment Rahamat Mullah said, "Sir, the rope is old; I do not know what may happen.