Now they lift up their lathis -LRB- clubs -RRB- , and , at last , one falls backward into the mud , and the other runs away . When he comes back the dispute is settled , as the iron-bound bamboo of the loser witnesses . Yet they are not grateful to the Mugger . No , they cry ` Murder ! ' and their families fight with sticks , twenty a-side . My people are good people -- upland Jats -- Malwais of the Bet . They do not give blows for sport , and , when the fight is done , the old Mugger waits far down the river , out of sight of the village , behind the kikar-scrub yonder . Then come they down , my broad-shouldered Jats -- eight or nine together under the stars , bearing the dead man upon a bed . They are old men with gray beards , and voices as deep as mine . They light a little fire -- ah ! how well I know that fire ! -- and they drink tobacco , and they nod their heads together forward in a ring , or sideways toward the dead man upon the bank . They say the English Law will come with a rope for this matter , and that such a man 's family will be ashamed , because such a man must be hanged in the great square of the Jail . Then say the friends of the dead , ` Let him hang ! ' and the talk is all to do over again -- once , twice , twenty times in the long night . Then says one , at last , ` The fight was a fair fight . Let us take blood-money , a little more than is offered by the slayer , and we will say no more about it . ' Then do they haggle over the blood-money , for the dead was a strong man , leaving many sons . Yet before amratvela -LRB- sunrise -RRB- they put the fire to him a little , as the custom is , and the dead man comes to me , and HE says no more about it . Aha !
my children , the Mugger knows -- the Mugger knows -- and my Malwah XXXXX are a good people ! ''
Aha Jats Law Mugger a-side amratvela blood-money lathis night slayer