He Was
Then Carried Back To His Camp, Groaning Grievously
All The Time.
Scarcely had he been removed, when the head
jemadar came and informed me that the man
was not hurt at all, and that as a matter of fact
he was the sole cause of the disturbance.
He
was now pretending to be badly injured, in order
to escape the punishment which he knew he
would receive if I discovered that he was the
instigator of the trouble. On hearing this, I gave
instructions that he was not to go to Voi in the
special train with the others; but I had not heard
the last of him yet. About eleven o'clock that
night I was called up and asked to go down to
the masons' camp to see a man who was supposed
to be dying. I at once pulled on my boots, got
some brandy and ran down to the camp, where
to my surprise and amusement I found that it was
my friend Karim Bux who was at death's door. It
was perfectly evident to me that he was only
"foxing," but when he asked for dawa (medicine),
I told him gravely that I would give him some
very good dawa in the morning.
Next day at noon - when it was my custom
to have evil-doers brought up for judgment - I
asked for Karim Bux, but was told that he was too
ill to walk. I accordingly ordered him to be
carried to my boma, and in a few moments he
arrived in his charpoy, which was shouldered by
four coolies who, I could see, knew quite well
that he was only shamming.
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