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Hawkes to his companions, " as if it was an every- 

 day occurrence." 



" Yes, Sahib," replied Eoopur. " I speak a true 

 word. He killed my father, and another man before 

 him." 



" How do you know it is the same ? " asked 

 Norman, who approached the place. 



" Look here, Sahib ; see, his foot has a twist. My 

 father's bullet caused that. I thought this tiger of 

 the devil had left the country, or been killed with- 

 out my help. But now I hope it may yet be my 

 destiny to see his death agony. It is in the hands 

 of God." The man had spoken in a voice of the 

 utmost unconcern, but the grind of the teeth which 

 accompanied his last observations, conveyed to the 

 hearer an idea that his calmness was but assumed, 

 and that a deep thirsty longing for revenge was 

 really stirring strong in the man's heart. 



"True. It has a twist," said Norman, as he 

 attentively examined the pug. " This near fore- 

 leg you mean." 



" That is the leg, your honour." 



"Well, when you have drunk water, we should 

 like to hear how it came to kill your father. We 

 will rest awhile, and then afterwards see what we 

 can make of the trail." 



" It is the Sahib's order," and the man went down 



