`` What now ? '' said the Adjutant , opening his wings uneasily . `` Wait till we see . The wind blows from us to them , but they are not looking for us -- those two men . '' `` Men , is it ? My office protects me . All India knows I am holy . '' The Adjutant , being a first-class scavenger , is allowed to go where he pleases , and so this one never flinched . `` I am not worth a blow from anything better than an old shoe , '' said the Jackal , and listened again . `` Hark to that footfall ! '' he went on . `` That was no country leather , but the shod foot of a white-face . Listen again ! Iron hits iron up there ! It is a gun ! Friend , those heavy-footed , foolish English are coming to speak with the Mugger . '' `` Warn him , then . He was called Protector of the Poor by some one not unlike a starving Jackal but a little time ago . '' `` Let my cousin protect his own hide . He has told me again and again there is nothing to fear from the white-faces .
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Adjutant English India Jackal Mugger Protector cousin time white-face white-faces