As he kneeled to throw fuel on the fire the langur ran to the door of the shrine , crooned and ran back again , plucking at the man 's knee . `` What is it ? What is thy trouble , Brother ? '' said Purun Bhagat , for the langur 's eyes were full of things that he could not tell . `` Unless one of thy caste be in a trap -- and none set traps here -- I will not go into that weather . Look , Brother , even the barasingh comes for shelter ! '' The deer 's antlers clashed as he strode into the shrine , clashed against the grinning statue of Kali . He lowered them in Purun Bhagat 's direction and stamped uneasily , hissing through his half-shut nostrils . `` Hai ! Hai ! Hai ! '' said the Bhagat , snapping his fingers , `` Is THIS payment for a night 's lodging ? '' But the deer pushed him toward the door , and as he did so Purun Bhagat heard the sound of something opening with a sigh , and saw two slabs of the floor draw away from each other , while the sticky earth below smacked its lips . `` Now I see , '' said Purun Bhagat . `` No blame to my brothers that they did not sit by the fire to-night . The mountain is falling . And yet -- why should I go ? '' His eye fell on the empty begging-bowl , and his face changed . `` They have given me good food daily since -- since I came , and , if I am not swift , to-morrow there will not be one mouth in the valley . Indeed , I must go and warn them below .
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Brother Hai Kali antlers barasingh daily langur night slabs to-night