Then a most brilliant notion struck him . ` The English do eternally tell the truth , ' he said , ` therefore we of this country are eternally made foolish . By Allah , I will tell the truth to an Englishman ! Of what use is the Government police if a poor Kabuli be robbed of his horses in their very trucks . This is as bad as Peshawur ! I should lay a complaint at the station . Better still , some young Sahib on the Railway ! They are zealous , and if they catch thieves it is remembered to their honour . ' He tied up his horse outside the station , and strode on to the platform . ` 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 XXXXX , my partner . '
Ali Englishman Fakirs Kabuli Mahbub Peshawur Sahib Ullah night truck-load