“I, with three others, traveled for about 45 days a distance of about 200 miles in search of victims along the highway to Bundwa and returned by Davodpore (another 200 miles) during which journey we had only one murder, which happened in this manner.  Four miles to the east of Noubustaghat we fell in with a traveler, an old man.  I, with Koshal and Hyder, inveigled him and accompanied him that day within 3 miles of Rampoor, where, after dark, in a lonely place, we got him to sit down and rest; and while I kept him in talk, seated before him, Hyder behind strangled him:  he made no resistance.  Koshal stabbed him under the arms and in the throat, and we flung the body into a running stream.  We got about 4 or 5 rupees each ($2 or $2.50).  We then proceeded homewards.  A total of one man murdered on this expedition.”

There.  They tramped 400 miles, were gone about three months, and harvested two dollars and a half apiece.  But the mere pleasure of the hunt was sufficient.  That was pay enough.  They did no grumbling.

Every now and then in this big book one comes across that pathetic remark:  “we tried to get him to sit down but he would not.”  It tells the whole story.  Some accident had awakened the suspicion in him that these smooth friends who had been petting and coddling him and making him feel so safe and so fortunate after his forlorn and lonely wanderings were the dreaded Thugs; and now their ghastly invitation to “sit and rest” had confirmed its truth.  He knew there was no help for him, and that he was looking his last upon earthly things, but “he would not sit.”  No, not that—­it was too awful to think of!

There are a number of instances which indicate that when a man had once tasted the regal joys of man-hunting he could not be content with the dull monotony of a crimeless life after ward.  Example, from a Thug’s testimony: 

“We passed through to Kurnaul, where we found a former Thug named Junooa, an old comrade of ours, who had turned religious mendicant and become a disciple and holy.  He came to us in the serai and weeping with joy returned to his old trade.”

Neither wealth nor honors nor dignities could satisfy a reformed Thug for long.  He would throw them all away, someday, and go back to the lurid pleasures of hunting men, and being hunted himself by the British.

Ramzam was taken into a great native grandee’s service and given authority over five villages.  “My authority extended over these people to summons them to my presence, to make them stand or sit.  I dressed well, rode my pony, and had two sepoys, a scribe and a village guard to attend me.  During three years I used to pay each village a monthly visit, and no one suspected that I was a Thug!  The chief man used to wait on me to transact business, and as I passed along, old and young made their salaam to me.”

And yet during that very three years he got leave of absence “to attend a wedding,” and instead went off on a Thugging lark with six other Thugs and hunted the highway for fifteen days!—­with satisfactory results.