chirrup of joy, and came running up towards me.
' "Your protection, Sahib," he panted, "your protection for the unhappy merchant Achmet. I have travelled across Rajpootana that I might seek the shelter of the fort at Agra. I have been robbed and beaten and abused because I have been the friend of the Company. It is a blessed night this when I am once more in safety—I and my poor possessions."
' "What have you in the bundle?" I asked.
' "An iron box," he answered, "which contains one or two little family matters which are of no value to others, but which I should be sorry to lose. Yet I am not a beggar; and I shall reward you, young Sahib, and your governor also, if he will give me the shelter I ask."
'I could not trust myself to speak longer with the man. The more I looked at his fat,
