He was a fearful man.
He had been afraid that he could not save his illustrious employers from the anger of an excited peasantry.

He himself would just as lief hit a holy man as not, but ...

He was deeply grateful and sincerely rejoiced that he had done his 'little possible' towards bringing their venture to--barring the lost baggage--a successful issue, he had forgotten the blows; denied that any blows had been dealt that unseemly first night under the pines.

He asked neither pension nor retaining fee, but, if they deemed him worthy, would they write him a testimonial?
It might be useful to him later, if others, their friends, came over the Passes.

He begged them to remember him in their future greatnesses, for he 'opined subtly' that he, even he, Mohendro Lal Dutt, MA of Calcutta, had 'done the State some service'.
They gave him a certificate praising his courtesy, helpfulness, and unerring skill as a guide.