PANDU THE GOND. 37 



I would only drink it in a little time, and then 

 what would I do ? Motee is my life ; he cheers 

 me, he helps me, he looks after me. I once had a 

 wife and son ; both are gone ; but I have Motee, 

 and I live. If Motee dies, I will die too ! " Poor 

 old man ! I really believe he would die if anything 

 happened to Motee. Old, drunken, degraded, 

 and stupid as he is, I have still an affectionate 

 regard for Pandu, and number him among my 

 shikaree friends. 



