` We go to Shamlegh when the moon rises . There we will fairly divide the baggage between us . I am content with this new little rifle and all its cartridges . ' ` Are the bears only bad on thy holding ? said a mate , sucking at the pipe . ` No ; but musk-pods are worth six rupees apiece now , and thy women can have the canvas of the tents and some of the cooking-gear . We will do all that at Shamlegh before dawn . Then we all go our ways , remembering that we have never seen or taken service with these Sahibs , who may , indeed , say that we have stolen their baggage . ' ` That is well for thee , but what will our Rajah say ? ' ` Who is to tell him ? Those Sahibs , who can not speak our talk , or the Babu , who for his own ends gave us money ? Will he lead an army against us ? What evidence will remain ? That we do not need we shall throw on Shamlegh-midden , where no man has yet set foot . ' ` Who is at Shamlegh this summer ? ' The place was only a grazing centre of three or four huts . ' ` The Woman of Shamlegh . She has no love for Sahibs , as we know . The others can be pleased with little presents ; and here is enough for us all . ' He patted the fat sides of the nearest basket .
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Babu Rajah Sahibs Shamlegh centre cooking-gear grazing musk-pods tents ways