"You dont mean it? Really? Go on, you've kidding, it can't be possible that the are so near the settlement, why, they wi be coming on to the Bund next." Addly and I were discussing some news we had heard from our hunter Jim who promised faithfully that he could show us a certain place where we could shoot them with only very little danger to ourselves, in fact none whatever if our guns could be relied upon.
"Mum's the word" we agreed, and no one should be told of the frightful risk we were going to run in case they might waylay us and put usin prison as dangerous lunatics.
We started in rieshas at 6-30 p.m. from the bund; the coolies looked very askant at my iron tube. Addly was armed with his grandfather's pistol which had been used in the Crimea and would kill at twenty paces, this he stuck in his belt with a big carving knife which made him look very fierce.
After a ricsha ride of half-an-hour and a tramp across paddy fields, etc., another half-hour, we at length arrived on the happy hunting ground, Jim said: No wanchee too muchee talked." There was a high grave covered with thick underwood the] with a few small trees round it, a paddy field on one side and a nice open piece of ground on the other.
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