I can find the barracks alone.' 'And if thou runnest away who will say it is not my fault ?' 'He'll run back to his dinner.

Where has he to run to ?' the Englishman asked.
'He was born in the land.

He has friends.

He goes where he chooses.
He is a chabuk sawai [a sharp chap].

It needs only to change his clothing, and in a twinkling he would be a low-caste Hindu boy.' 'The deuce he would!' The Englishman looked critically at the boy as Mahbub headed towards the barracks.