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 Golston and Johnson of Bakaullah, just as they were starting.

"No—I did not," replied Bakaullah.

"Then, take with you a candle and a match—the Hindus do not keep up light throughout the night for fear of expense," said Golston to Johnson.

Johnson took with him, in his pocket, a candle and a match box. The two Englishmen then proceeded along the broad thoroughfare, with firm and steady steps, resembling those of the soldiers marching on to the battle-field. Neither of them said a word. The four sepoys and the native officer with Bakaullah were following them silently. The watchmen of the town turned aside in fear before them. Golston and Johnson, with the sepoys, noiselessly arrived at the gate of Pratap's house, and gently knocked at the door.

As a servant Ramcharan had no equal. He was a trained hand in securing ease and comfort to his master by artfully rubbing his body and applying oil to it before bath. He was an expert in handsomely frilling his master's Dhuties and was an excellent valet. As a keeper of household furniture, he had no equal—a marketeer like him was rare. But these were his ordinary quali-