He did not enter the town; but put up at a cultivator's, two miles distant from it.
"I want to hire a cart, with two bullocks," he said to the man.
"Can you furnish one ?" "As I do not know you, I should require some money paid down, as a guarantee that they will be returned." "That I can give you; but I shall leave my horse here, and that is fully worth your waggon and oxen.

However, I will leave with you a hundred rupees.

I may not keep your waggon many days." After it was dark, Harry went to the town and purchased some paints, and other things, that he required for disguise.

Having used these, he went to the house of the British Resident and, on stating who he was, he was shown in.

Mr.Malet did not recognize, in the roughly-dressed countryman, the young officer who had called upon him before.
"I am Harry Lindsay and, being in Poona, called upon you to give you some information." "I recognize you by your voice," the Resident said; "but I fear that there is nothing of importance that you can tell me; now that Nana Furnuwees is homeless, and Bajee Rao is no longer Peishwa." "Nana is not done with, yet, sir." "Why, he is a fugitive, with a handful of troops under him." "But he has his brains, sir, which are worth more than an army and, believe me, if all goes well, it will not be long before he is back in Poona, as minister to the Peishwa." "Minister to Chimnajee ?" "No, sir, minister to Bajee Rao." "I would that it were so," Mr.Malet said, "but since one is a fugitive and the other a prisoner, I see no chance, whatever, of such a transformation." "I will briefly tell you, sir, what is preparing.