s.ing Hamlets prove his gene....toil.
Humanit...survey......ights restor..
A Nation..ield..subdued without a Sword.
For some little time he leaned on the tomb thinking of this dead
man of his own blood, and of the house in Devonshire; then,
nodding to the plains: "Yes; it's a big work all of it even my
little share. He must have been worth knowing.... Bukta, where
are my people?"
"Not here, Sahib. No man comes here except in full sun. They
wait above. Let us climb and see."
But Chinn, remembering the first law of Oriental diplomacy, in an
even voice answered: "I have come this far only because the Satpura
folk are foolish, and dared not visit our lines. Now bid them wait
on me here. I am not a servant, but the master of Bhils."
"I go - I go," clucked the old man. Night was falling, and at any
moment Jan Chinn might whistle up his dreaded steed from the
darkening scrub.
Now for the first time in a long life Bukta disobeyed a lawful
command and deserted his leader; for he did not come back, but
pressed to the flat table-top of the hill, and called softly. Men
stirred all about him - little trembling men with bows and arrows
who had watched the two since noon.
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