‘But wot’ll we do with the bloomin’ article when we’ve got it?  Them palanquins are as big as ‘ouses, an’ uncommon ’ard to sell, as McCleary said when ye stole the sentry-box from the Curragh.’

‘Who’s goin’ to do t’ fightin’?’ said Learoyd, and Ortheris subsided.  The three returned to barracks without a word.  Mulvaney’s last argument clinched the matter.  This palanquin was property, vendible, and to be attained in the simplest and least embarrassing fashion.  It would eventually become beer.  Great was Mulvaney.

Next afternoon a procession of three formed itself and disappeared into the scrub in the direction of the new railway line.  Learoyd alone was without care, for Mulvaney dived darkly into the future, and little Ortheris feared the unknown.  What befell at that interview in the lonely pay-shed by the side of the half-built embankment, only a few hundred coolies know, and their tale is confusing one, running thus—­

’We were at work.  Three men in red coats came.  They saw the Sahib—­ Dearsley Sahib.  They made oration; and noticeably the small man among the red-coats.  Dearsley Sahib also made oration, and used many very strong words.  Upon this talk they departed together to an open space, and there the fat man in the red coat fought with Dearsley Sahib after the custom of white men—­with his hands, making no noise, and never at all pulling Dearsley Sahib’s hair.  Such of us as were not afraid beheld these things for just so long a time as a man needs to cook the mid-day meal.  The small man in the red coat had possessed himself of Dearsley Sahib’s watch.  No, he did not steal that watch.  He held it in his hand, and at certain seasons made outcry, and the twain ceased their combat, which was like the combat of young bulls in spring.  Both men were soon all red, but Dearsley Sahib was much more red than the other.  Seeing this, and fearing for his life—­because we greatly loved him—­some fifty of us made shift to rush upon the red-coats.  But a certain man—­very black as to the hair, and in no way to be confused with the small man, or the fat man who fought—­that man, we affirm, ran upon us, and of us he embraced some ten or fifty in both arms, and beat our heads together, so that our livers turned to water, and we ran away.  It is not good to interfere in the fightings of white men.  After that Dearsley Sahib fell and did not rise, these men jumped upon his stomach and despoiled him of all his money, and attempted to fire the pay-shed, and departed.  Is it true that Dearsley Sahib makes no complaint of these latter things having been done?  We were senseless with fear, and do not at all remember.  There was no palanquin near the pay-shed.  What do we know about palanquins?  Is it true that Dearsley Sahib does not return to this place, on account of his sickness, for ten days?  This is the fault of those bad men in the red coats, who should be severely punished; for Dearsley Sahib is both our father and