` Hullo , Mahbub Ali ' said a young Assistant District Traffic Superintendent who was waiting to go down the line -- a tall , tow-haired , horsey youth in dingy white linen . ` What are you doing here ? Selling weeds -- eh ? ' ` No ; I am not troubled for my horses . I come to look for Lutuf Ullah . I have a truck-load up the line . Could anyone take them out without the Railway 's knowledge ? ' ` Should n't think so , Mahbub . You can claim against us if they do . ' ' I have seen two men crouching under the wheels of one of the trucks nearly all night . Fakirs do not steal horses , so I gave them no more thought . I would find Lutuf Ullah , my partner . ' ` The deuce you did ? And you did n't bother your head about it ? ` Pon my word , it 's just almost as well that I met you . What were they like , eh ? ' ` They were only fakirs . They will no more than take a little grain , perhaps , from one of the trucks . There are many up the line . The State will never miss the dole .
I came here seeking for my partner , Lutuf XXXXX . '
Ali Hullo Mahbub Pon State Superintendent Ullah deuce night truck-load