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 . They must be white-faces . Not a villager of Mugger-Ghaut would dare to come after him . See , I said it was a gun ! Now , with good luck , we shall feed before daylight . He can not hear well out of water , and -- this time it is not a woman ! '' A shiny barrel glittered for a minute in the moonlight on the girders .
The XXXXX was lying on the sand-bar as still as his own shadow , his fore-feet spread out a little , his head dropped between them , snoring like a -- mugger .
Adjutant India Jackal Mugger Mugger-Ghaut Protector daylight minute white-face white-faces